引言很久就惦着写一篇有关东北的文章,题目早已想好,就是无从下笔。其实我心里转着的一直是对于“东北”二字要作怎样的理解。很多年前读到过一首当时曾有过一些名气的颇为力写东北特征的诗,其粗犷质感和富有东北风味,不光是我,想必很多人都留有深刻印象。诗的题目为《关东第十二月》,所写也正是眼下的这个季节:是黑钙土在大雪壳子里怀孕的季节是桦皮小船扣在石滩上憋憋屈屈单相思的季节 Introduction A long time to write an article about the northeast, the subject has long been thinking, is unable to write. In fact, my heart has been turned for the “northeast ” what should be understood. Many years ago I read a poem written in the northeastern part of the country that used to be famous at that time. Its rough texture and rich northeast flavor are not only me, but I am sure many people are deeply impressed. The title of the poem is “Kanto December,” and it is this season of writing: the season where chernozem is pregnant in heavy snow shells is the birch-skin boat buckled on a rocky beach season