蓦然看到三朵粉红的石斛花在窗台绽放,我就感到时光又回到了窗台,停留在翠竹的嫩尖上,停留在米兰的馨香里,停留在我书桌上的诗稿里。“在戈壁,流水让日子停下来。日子停久了,就是片片绿洲。”(支禄《西北偏西(九章)》)我是一位散文诗编辑,更是一位散文诗读者。与其说我喜欢编辑工作,还不如说我喜欢读散文诗。每当读到一章优秀的散文诗,我就觉得时光已经停止,世界开始展现出色彩、 I suddenly saw the three pink Dendrobium blooms on the windowsill, I feel the time back to the windowsill, stay on the tender tip of bamboo, stay in the fragrance of Milan, stay in my poem on the desk. “(Paul” Northwest West (nine chapters) ") I am a prose poem editor, but also a prose poem reader. Not so much I like editing, not as good as I like to read prose poetry. Whenever I read a chapter of excellent prose poetry, I think the time has come to a halt, and the world begins to show its color,