我曾经说过,诗的故乡在胸膛;而我现在要说:诗的胸膛是故乡。没有比泥土更丰富的色彩(表,语言或形式),没有比胸膛更温暖的故乡(里,意蕴与内涵)。一个诗人,其胸怀有多大,诗的宇宙就有多大。诗人和诗歌,一直都在相互寻找并彼此抵达。离心最近的是什么,什么就是诗歌。它是诗人和读者内心共同的往事或伤疤,诗人只是替他们适时想起并诗意地揭开而已。 I once said that the hometown of poetry is in my chest; and now I say: the chest of poetry is the hometown. There is no richer color (table, language or form) than the soil, and no hometown (meaning, connotation, and meaning) that is warmer than the chest. A poet, how big the mind, how big the universe of poetry. Poets and poetry are always looking for each other and arriving with each other. What is the nearest centrifugal, what is poetry. It is the common past or scar of the poet and reader, and the poets just think of them timely and poetically.