“春天,十个海子将全部复活。”这是你留给世人的最后一首短诗。然后,你就离我们远去,到天堂继续唱你的夜歌。每年的这个时候,都会想起你和你的诗。然而,那延绵似海的情思却在十几年前戛然而止。你说“远方除了遥远一无所有”,所以你选择放弃。那璀璨的年代陡然凋落,于是我看到 “In the spring, all ten seas will be resurrected.” This is the last short poem you left for the world. Then you will leave us and go to heaven and continue to sing your night song. At this time of year, you and your poems will all be remembered. However, the stretch of sea-like feelings came to an abrupt end more than a decade ago. You say “there is nothing but a distant land,” so you choose to give up. The age of that clam suddenly fell, so I saw