BeforeIheardyouisarepresentativeoftheunconstrainedcischoolpoets,high-spirited,leftwithyellow,rightwithpale;Youarefullofambition,northwest,Sirius.Likeallabdomenandliteratureoftheyoungpeople,youlookedatthepeakoflifecloseathand,raisearayofsmilemouth.

　　Thefirstlater,inadvertentlyfoundyour"don'tlistentowearplayYeShengLin,agoldYinXiaoandcrawl,bamboorodstrawshoelighthorse.Who'safraidof?Adomainmistyraininmylife."SuddenlyIfoundthatyourworldsoblatant.Yourwordscanalsobefilledwithakindoffragrance,oozeseepstotheconsistentscoopednamespringwater,IthinkI'mgonetoapieceofpaperthatwentthisspringdizzytospreadanddreadful.The"mistyrain"writtenbynotsandlakesmoderaterain,o,buttheriverwaters,thewindtherain.Thewordinasimplemeaning,unusualplacewasborn.Iwonderhowthisiswhatafreeandeasy.

　　Originallyyouberelegatedtohishuanzhou,somepeoplesaythatyoubelonelythere,hiswifeleftforthethousandsofgravesfeeldejectedbuttheliving;Somepeoplesaythatistheplacewhereyouthoughttransformation,inhishuanzhou,withastrongenough,enoughdepthofthesoulofsudongpostoodup.

　　Evenifyouhavehalfdrift,evenifyouweretheshacklesofseculartightly,butyouarenotsomeoneelse,youaresudongpo,youcanstillwritealoftysentiments.Thenyoualreadyknow,youarenotsuitableforstumblingintheworldofturbiditycurrent,literatureitsidepurelandistheheavenofforyou.

　　Ifitisnotthroughtheonethousand-year-oldpart,Ireallywanttowithyoumeetonthedustyroad,onecanrelate.

初三:方冰宜

　　Inthehistoryofthepicturesquebackdrop,suddenlylookback,howmanystarshavefadedoldlight,quietlyslipped.Andyou,Perillapursuit,yourpoemwordyourmindandsoul,youarestillshiningintheskyofmylife,deepandquiet.

　　Whenyoulikethemostdazzlingstar,destinedtoshineinthestarrysky,overlookingtheheavenandearth.

　　Whenyouliketheemptyspiritagedstar,peacefully,silentinthenightsky,notafraidofthesecular.

　　Inmyopinion,thenyou,itistranscendental.

　　Whatevercareer,yourwordsaredestinedtobeenduringamorningstar.

　　Whenmetsetbacksinlife,Icanlookupthestarrysky,softlychantingyourpoem,Iwilltakeyoutomypoetryandteachmyfreeandeasy,adorntheskyofmylife.