那天中午,彦火请诗人席慕容,我也来了。席慕容第一眼见到我就说:“我们在哪里见过面?”我看着短发圆脸的女诗人,依稀面熟,却记不起哪里见过,也许只是在书本上,或者计算机屏幕上?假如有人对我说,席慕容七十岁了,我肯定不相信。眼前的女诗人,利落爽快,圆眼镜后面一双眼睛,神采奕奕,谁说已到“古来稀”之龄? That day noon, Yan fire poet Xi Murong, I also came. Xi Murong first saw me and said: “Where have we met?” I looked at the short hair round face of the poet, vaguely familiar, but I can not remember where I saw, perhaps only in books, or computer On the screen? If someone told me that Xi Murong is seventy years old, I certainly do not believe it. In front of the poet, neat and refreshing, round glasses behind a pair of eyes, radiant, who said to have “old to rare” age?