古体诗与现代诗相比，我更喜欢古诗词的含蓄婉转，用词精准。 但有时候，我也爱现代诗，爱它们的形式自由，也爱它们的内涵开放。 它们是空中的一朵云；它们是风中的一颗草；它们是雨中
ALLEY May or June the rain is gentle so is the wind in the sleepy alley myths are written all over the walls a woman, leaning against the window bathes herself in the afternoon sun at the other end of the alley a pair of eyes appear bright and hot as