读这样的诗,有一种深入骨髓的感觉,有一种穿透命运的疼痛向你渐渐走来的感觉。红尘拂面,那些真实的春天正幻化为文字的风景,那么真切地在灵魂的层面上凸显出来。眼前忽然一亮,我看见一个诗人,我看见霜扣儿的名字在家乡的背景中越发清晰,她以一种深切的暖意照临我所面对的诗意大地。一个偶然的机会,我们几个写诗的朋友坐下来,那是我们家乡县城的一个小酒店,一盏茶,一杯酒,与霜扣儿近距离地 Reading such poems, there is a deep feeling of bone marrow, there is a penetrating fate of the pain gradually come to you feeling. Red dust blowing, those real spring is turned into the text of the landscape, then really in the soul level highlights. All of a sudden, I saw a poet, I saw the name of frost buckle children in the background of the more clear, with a deep warmth she shines on the poetic land I face. By chance, some of our friends who wrote poetry sat down, it was a small hotel in our hometown, a tea, a glass of wine,