王可田曾经是我的同事。他给人的第一印象是木讷。一副黑边的近视镜挂在那颗始终不紧不慢的头颅上。他的语气是慢条斯理的,他的步伐是慢条斯理的,就连他那瘦长而略显单薄的身影,也一贯的慢条斯理着。但是,这个皮囊的内核里边,襄藏着的却是令人吃惊的骚动和深思。读王可田的诗,你读到的是千年的忧思,万缕的情愫。登山则情满于山,观海则情溢于海。王可田是多情的,是孤寂的多情者,是犀利敏锐的多情者, Wang was once my colleague. His first impression is stiff. A pair of black-rimmed myopia hung on the head that was always unhurried. His tone is slow, his pace is slow, and even his thin and slightly thin figure, but also consistent moderation. However, there are surprising commotion and contemplation hidden in the inner core of this bladder. Read Wang’s poems, you read thousands of years of worry, thousands of feelings. Mountaineering is full of love in the mountains, the sea is full of love in the sea. Wang is Tian Tian is passionate, is lonely passionate, sharp sharp passionate,