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瞧着诗友若虹的新诗集《雨水打不散羊群》这名字,一股从书中袅袅飘出的黄土味、野草味、炊烟味,令我顿生羡意。读,立刻读,一直读下去。果然,那一幅幅乡情画,一声声黄土谣,一滴滴心中泪,把一个漂泊游子意识深处积蓄了太久的万千风景,全方位地抖了出来。那风景,或许是一棵小草的晃动,或许是一粒石子的诉说,或许是一只羊、一头驴、一条小狗的憨态,或许是一双茧手、一个孩子、一个沉重蹒跚的身影……大到黄土塬、黄河浪,小到一片叶、一朵花……诗人
Looked at the poetry Friends of Rainbow’s new collection of poems “Rain fills the flock” this name, a curl from the book fluttering loess flavor, weeds, cooking smoke, so I suddenly envy. Read, read immediately, keep reading. Sure enough, that range of nostalgia paintings, a rhyme of the loess ballad, a drop of hearts in tears, the depth of a wandering wandering consciousness far accumulated thousands of scenery, shaking out in all directions. The scenery may be a grass sway, perhaps a gravel to tell, perhaps a sheep, a donkey, a dog’s naive, perhaps a cocoon hand, a child, a heavy hobble figure ... ... To the loess plateau, the Yellow River waves, small to a leaf, a flower ... ... poet