前不久,北京诗友来电话,问我是否在北京。朋友们都知道我在京城郊区有个窝,累了、倦了,或者想过自由、自在、散漫的日子时,常去那里躲几天,但这次我不在。诗友说北京的诗人和几家诗歌机构,想在牛汉先生逝世两周年前夕,开一个牛汉先生追思会和他的作品朗诵会。他还说了一串长长的我熟悉的诗人,让我心向往之。但此时,我正在三亚治疗久治不愈的耳疾,不能聆听先生掷地有声的诗歌,只 Not long ago, a Beijing poet called to ask if I was in Beijing. My friends all know that I have a nest on the outskirts of Beijing, tired, tired, or thought of freedom, freedom, loose days, often go there for a few days, but this time I am not. The poet said Beijing’s poets and several poetry agencies wanted to open a recitation of Mr. Niu Han and a reading of his work on the eve of the second anniversary of the death of Mr. Niu Han. He also said a long string of poets I am familiar with, let me longing for it. But at this moment, I am treating long-suffering ear diseases in Sanya, I can not listen to my husband’s thundering poem, only