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二十岁那年发表了第一首诗歌,转眼己过去了三十年!时光就这么与诗歌时远时近、若即若离地流逝着……这条文字的道路一直在我的前方延伸着,冷清、落寞、灯火阑珊、风风雨雨,或泥泞坎坷,或晴朗轻快,就像生活的惯性,不由分说地裹挟着我向前……我知道它通向远方,我知道那是一个未知的所在,平淡与深渊,寂寞与孤独,都可能是我此行的经历……偶尔的离开与短暂的缺席,并不会影响它的走向。燥热的人生,我能感受到它的清凉;粗糙的生命,我能感受到它的抚摸;疼痛的命运,我能感受到它的慰藉……
Twenty years old that year published the first poem, an instant has passed thirty years! Time is so close with the poetry far away, if fleetingly away ... The text of the road has been extended in front of me, deserted , Lonely, dim light, ups and downs, or rough ups and downs, or clear and light, like the inertia of life, unsparingly hold me forward ...... I know it leads to afar, I know that is an unknown where, plain And the abyss, loneliness and loneliness may all be the experiences of my trip ... Occasional departures and brief absences will not affect its course. Hot and dry life, I can feel it’s cool; rough life, I can feel it stroking; painful fate, I can feel its comfort ...