我第一时间捧读安澜的诗歌,竟然一口气读了三四十首,读了半个上午。读得我泪流满面,激动之情难以抑制。仿佛透过这些文字,我的身心已经柔化到了诗歌的意境和灵魂里。那北方故乡的柴禾垛,白桦树稍上吊着的雪的灵魂,“嗖嗖”乱刮着的冰凉的寒风,夜晚母亲拼命抑制着的咳嗽;对亲人爱人的挚爱和感恩;还有在恩人面前,诗人那无法原谅的自己深入骨 The first time I read Anlan’s poetry, even breath thirty or forty first read for half an hour. Read my tears, excitement difficult to suppress. As if through these words, my body and mind have been softened to the mood and soul of poetry. The firewood stack in the hometown of the north, the soul of the snow hanging on the birch tree, the cold wind blowing in the whirlwind, the cough suppressed by the mother in the night, the love and gratitude of lover’s loved ones, In the presence of a benefactor, the poet can not forgive himself into the bone