寻梦和寻爱一样,是每个人认识自己的开始。在现实世界受到阻滞和囚禁,感到孤独和隔膜,会促使人寻找一种别于柴米油盐的琐细微末的东西,填充生命内核的虚无。1989年,15岁的我站在榆林东沙,无边的荒凉逼迫,让我写下一首叫作《寻梦》的诗歌。稚气未脱的小孩对漫漫黄沙说:烟波浩渺/雾气迷茫/遮住了我渴盼的目光。面对浩大无涯的沙漠,我却被氤氲水汽遮 Dreaming, like finding love, is the beginning of everyone’s knowing oneself. Being blocked and imprisoned in the real world, feeling lonely and sequestered, will prompt people to find a trivial matter different from the oil and salt of firewood and fill the void of the living kernel. In 1989, when I was 15 years old, I stood in the east of Yulin. With endless desolation and persecution, I wrote a poem called “Dream Seeking”. Childish child is not off to the long yellow sand said: vast waves of fog / fog confused / covered my thirst for hope. In the face of the vast desert, I was covered with water vapor