秭援是我的兄长、很亲切很质朴的兄长。按理说，兄长的诗集，是不该由弟弟写序的——我久久未敢动笔，原因是，之于写诗，我至今徘徊于且通未通之境，倒是想多写一点儿，但一经写来，不但自己不满意，而是无甚乐趣可言——归根结底，我是一个很特别的、对个人命运悲观失望（并非失意）的人，想一想，谁乐意倾听、并被传染那样颓然的情绪？就算你写的诗句再讲究、再锤炼，甚至很悲凉地夺人心魄了，还是不大妥当，这是本人的自知之明。从这个意义上说，所有的艺术作品，都应当给予他人以欣赏的愉悦、精神的美感，以及直面人生的勇气和力量——对此，我实在力所不逮。(Ziyuan is my elder brother who is very kind and very plain. By rights, younger brother shall not write a prologue for elder brother's poetry— so I dare not write, for the reason is, about poetry writing, I am still hovering in a state of knowing nothing or something. I'd rather write more, but once writing, I feel not only unsatisfied but also boring. In the final analysis, I am a very special person who is pessimistic and disappointed (not dejected) about individual fate. I'm wondering who is willing to listen to and to get infected by a disappointed mood like that? Even though the poems you wrote is more exquisite and temper, even they are so sad and soul stirring, however, there is something inappropriate, and this is my self-knowledge. In this sense, all the works of art should be to give others pleasure of appreciating and the aesthetic feeling of spirit, as well as the courage and power to face with life — To this, it is really beyond my power.)