高中毕业,他没能跨过大学的门槛,只有回到乡下,继续父亲走了大半辈子的路。可他不甘心,就做起诗人梦来。他不停地写,不停地投稿,但总是石沉大海。也曾收到一封编辑回信,说他的诗缺少生活,没有真情。记不清从什么时间开始,他每每写诗到深夜,经常能看到乡长的办公室的灯 High school, he failed to cross the threshold of the university, only to return to the country, continue his father took most of the road. But he can not be reconciled to poet dreams. He kept writing, constantly submitting articles, but always a stone’s throw. Also received an editorial reply, saying his poetry lack of life, no truth. Can not remember from what time, he often write poetry late into the night, often can see the headlamps of the office lights