I never thought that I would become an author or a poet. It seems too distant, and extremely luxurious  to me as well. Life gives me very limited space, which is to live for survival, and for survival again, from childhood till now growing up.

 

Student's years were pretty strange to me, and school life was an rare experience to me too. I went to the first grade only at my eleven years old, and completed the high school inconstantly, while my soul often traveled out even during the class. I said to myself: "I am living in a drop of rain, in a flash of wind, the jiff of flower blossom and downfall.”

 

My mum got seriously mental sick when I was a little kid. She always ran away no matter how bad the weather was, in a strong wind, rain storm, or cold winter, or hot summer, and I kept searching for her till getting her back home, no matter how late it was. It was on the way of searching for mum that I counted seasonal footstep, watched over the cloud flying afar, and visited the lily in the valley. As a matter of fact, I am more familiar with the smell of grass and woods than that of human. Nevertheless, I have a strong sense that it would be more charming by dragonfly touching water gently than by human dancing in the world. Everything obtained from nature never makes me nervous or embarrassed. I can recognize more than twenty different kinds of weed, and till now I still miss each of them. Those weeds are both of my friends in the wild mountain, and my foodstuffs in my childhood. They accompanied me while I expected mum to be back by calling herall the way round. Indeed I contribute all my love to record the comfort bestowed by them. As I know that distressed joy is an unforgettable joy; the inner happiness is the true happiness, to treasure the Nature's language is to treasure everything in life. How to transcent different kinds of confusions in reality triggers me to start creating naturally.

 

Thanks to my mum, her bitterness and hardship lead me to recognize a world.

 

Growing up in the country land, it is such a cheerful enjoyment for me to be able to experience the affection by Nature in poverty life. The thunderstorm in the sky tells me that it will be raining, and thunderbolt says to me be quick to your step. Hoarfrost chrysanthemum reminds me of winter is not far. My affection, as well as the enlightenment of my thought, derives from Nature.

 

Human life is not easy, but should live better. To me, road accessible to nature is the most generous, and magnanimous. Describing life in a natural way under the peaceful, kind posture, you are able to read poem, hear poem and see the shadow of feeling.

 

Those short poems are of my blowing wind, drenching rain, my beloved sunset, memorable river and the wave splashed to me by Nature. Those long songs are my affection to love, yearning to the ages, and the expression to life as well.

 

 God Blessing, that I met Mr. Wei Erqiao and his drawings in a critical time. His inset illustration kindle the light for my lonely songs.

 

Thanks to my friends, and here I would like to say that it is fantastic to have you, and I have opportunity to present such gift as Childhood River for both you and myself.