诗人,是何模样?身居何土将字播洒深种诗园?回顾古时,多少能诗善赋之人,不见其人,不闻其声,或贫无立锥,或山栖谷隐,或怀才不遇,唯有轻捻诗句缝补心上,如黑色枝桠点点,附着北国之惟余莽莽。不懈亦无怠,只为守住一片千古永不磨灭的诗词家园。而今诗人,又是何种模样?有一千种点墨,在他们的心水之湄处层层晕染开来,渐渐成为诗人的风格。抒写纸上的字就是刻在心上,流的墨就像流的心血。我想,诗,正是诗人思想里最美最 What poet, what is the appearance? Living in what soil will be sowing deep kinds of poetry? Review of ancient times, how many poems can be good at people, do not hear the sound, or poverty without standing cone, Hidden, or underappreciated, only the light twisting poem sewn heart, such as black twig little bit, attached to the North of the vastness. Relentless nor idle, just to hold an eternal home of poetry forever. Now, what is the appearance of a poet? There are a thousand kinds of ink spots, blooming in the layers of the Mae, and gradually becoming the poet’s style. To express the word on paper is engraved in the heart, the flow of ink like a stream of effort. I think poetry is the most beautiful and most poet thought