二十多年前的一个冬天.一位画家朋友去莫斯科旅行.天上正下着雪.他却在书店门口看到长长的队伍。当时物质并不充裕的俄罗斯人冒雪排队买的不是面包.而是诗集.令他大为感动。“诗人你应该去俄罗斯!”朋友回来后.兴奋地对我说。 One winter more than 20 years ago, a painter and friend traveled to Moscow. There was snow in the sky, but he saw a long queue in front of the bookstore. It was not bread, but a collection of poems, which Russia did not have sufficient material supplies to queue up for snowmaking. “The poet you should go to Russia! ” After my friend came back, excitedly said to me.