人们着意发掘并谱写成诗章的,不是崇高优美的阳春白雪,而是发生在身旁、卑微而平凡的事物。那些束装远游、寄情异国的人踩在脚下不屑一顾的事物,忽然被人发现这其实远比其他一切外国事物更绚烂多彩。穷人的文学、童稚的感情、街头的哲学、家庭生活的意义,都是充满活力的题材。生命的暖流已经流入手脚,身体四肢都已活跃起来,这难道不是一种新的活力迹象吗?我不奢求伟大的、遥远的、 It is not the lofty beauty of spring and autumn that people deliberately discover and compose into poetry, but something humble and ordinary. Those who wear outbound travel, exotic people step on the foot disdain for things, suddenly discovered that this is actually more colorful than all other foreign things. Poor literature, childlike feelings, street philosophy, the meaning of family life, are all vibrant subjects. Is it not a new sign of vitality that the warmth of life has flowed into the hands and feet and the limbs of our bodies have been active? I do not seek the great, distant,