有一位诗人说:有的人活着,他已经死了;有的人死了,他还活着。咀嚼这读来矛盾而内蕴深刻的诗句,把生命的含义,穿透在字里行间……鹰击于长空,鸡鸣于栅栏;娇花偷生于温室,寒梅怒放于冬雪;龙腾跃于大海,鱼游移于池塘;鸿雁远涉辟天地,燕雀苟安恋屋檐;秋蛾赴灯火,春蝶栖花心;懦夫困 A poet said: Some people are alive. He is dead. Some people are dead. He is still alive. Chewing this contradictory and introverted verse, the meaning of life is penetrated in the lines between the lines... Eagle strikes in the sky, chicken crows in the fence; Jiaohua stole in the greenhouse, Hanmei blooms in winter snow; Dragon leaps in the sea, The fish swims in the pond; the geese go far in the world, and the swallow tits love the eaves; the autumn moth goes to the lights, the spring butterfly habitats;