[七岁那年,我想告诉那个诗人,我的童年有乡愁,但其实七岁还是一个不知道什么是乡愁的年纪。今天我知道了,乡愁是你有很多生活轨迹,它们在天涯之处彼此相依,但你永远无法泊岸。]小时候,我以为我那个村庄是世界上最大最美的村庄。后来,我在陌生的城市买到一张家乡的地图,才发现我找不到回家的路,更找不到那个村庄的坐标。甚至我已经无法回去了,在宇宙的帷幕下,它渺小,没有位置,藏匿在寂静辽远的湖泊、山川和河流之间。七岁那年的夏天,我站在城市林立的高楼前, At the age of seven, I want to tell the poet that my childhood has nostalgia, but in fact, seven years old is still an age that I do not know what is nostalgia. Today I know, nostalgia is that you have a lot of life trajectory, they depend on each other in the world, but you can never park shore. ] When I was young, I thought my village was the largest and most beautiful village in the world. Later, when I bought a map of my hometown in a strange city, I found that I could not find my way home and could not find the coordinates of that village. Even I have been unable to go back, under the curtain of the universe, it is small, no place, hiding in the still distant lakes, mountains and rivers. At the age of seven, I stood in front of the tall buildings in the city,