二十年前我去北京参加一个诗人笔会,认识了同样来参加诗会的一位朋友,他叫苏连。那时他理着个光头,眼神明亮,神情忧郁。他比我大一岁,初中毕业后便不读书了。我们相见时他在北京的一个建筑工地上打短工。他要为了生存做些事情,只有生存下来才能继续写诗。他后来成为诗人,自费出版过硬皮本的精美诗集。不过使他 Twenty years ago I went to Beijing to attend a poet pen meeting and met a friend who also came to join her poetry society. At that time, he treated a bald, bright eyes, looked depressed. He was one year older than me, and did not study after he graduated from junior high school. When we met, he was working on a construction site in Beijing. He wants to do something for survival, and he can only continue writing poetry if he survives. He later became a poet, published at their own expense hard-skinned exquisite poems. But make him