诗歌之于我最初的创作冲动,来自于对亲人的离愁,以及少年初次对故土的别绪。那一年我十八岁,那一年我考上了大学,要去离家很远的地方上学,那是一九八三年。一列火车将我接走,送往未来的前程。从那以后至今已整整三十一年,我的人生如今至此已活至半百。火车徐徐启动,父母频频挥动着从小将我带大的双手,只记得家乡那条铁道是顺着河流的,在前面不远处转过一个大弯,如一条长蛇爬行在去往远方的崇山峻岭中。我低着头,悄悄 Poetry in my first impulse to create, from the worry of their loved ones, as well as young people’s first sentiments about their homeland. I was 18 years old that year, that year I was admitted to college, go to school far away from home, that is 1983. A train will take me away, sent to the future of the future. It has been thirty-one years since then and my life has now lived to half a hundred. Train slowly start, parents frequently waving me from the teenager with big hands, just remember that the hometown of the railway is down the river, not far in front turned a big bend, such as a long snake crawling in the distance to the mountains in. I head down, quietly