写诗的理由完全消失这时我写诗——顾城一很多年中,我都想写李白,写他唯一存世的书法真迹《上阳台帖》。我去了西安,没有遇见李白,也没有看见长安。长安与我,隔着岁月的荒凉。岁月篡改了大地上的事物。我无法确认,他曾经存在。二在中国,没有一个诗人的诗句像李白那样,成为每个人生命记忆的一部分。“举头望明月,低头思故乡”;“长安一片月,万户捣衣声”;“黄河之水天上来,奔流到海不复回”;“两岸猿 The reason for writing poetry completely disappeared At this moment, I wrote poetry - for many years in Gucheng, I always wanted to write Li Bai and write his unique surviving calligraphy ”on the balcony post“. I went to Xi’an, did not meet Li Bai, Chang also did not see. Changan and I, across the desolate years. Years have tampered with things on the earth. I can not confirm that he used to exist. Second, in China, no poet poem is like Li Bai, becoming part of everyone’s memory of life. ”Changan one month, ten thousand people pounding clothes sound “; ”the Yellow River water up, run to the sea no longer back “; ”the ape