上世纪80年代,有一天,邻居一个年长几岁的兄长神秘地告诉化方,他正在写小说,而且小说的第一句话已经写就——“华灯初上,她还没有来”。这样一句带着几分诗意的小说开头触动了蛰伏在化方心中的诗歌。“那时候年轻气盛,我告诉他,我会写诗”。化方回忆道,那时,他“噔噔噔”地跑上楼,不消一刻,又“噔噔噔”地跑下来,手里却多了一张纸,上面写着他的第一首 One day in the 1980s, one of his elder brothers, a neighbor, mysteriously told the faction that he was writing a novel and that the first sentence of the novel had already been written - “She had not come yet.” Such a poem with a poetic beginning touched the dormant poems in the heart of the chemical. “When young and fit, I told him, I will write poetry ”. He recalled that when he ran upstairs, he ran downstairs for a moment, and ran over with a piece of paper in his hand saying his The first song