Li Bai claimed to be a poet, but I've never seen him written a line of poetry.

I met him ten years ago, when he was about thirty years old, and I am only 21 years old, the only dream is to become a poet.

Summer I travel from the north to Nanjing home, but also the way to visit his girlfriend in the study here. She and I have not seen for half a year, the usual communication is relatively small, because I do not want to copy others' poems, and Evans himself exhausted, could not write a single line of verse to make themselves satisfied with her. I told her I did not want to come to Nanjing, in order to give her a surprise.

I train when it was midnight, silence on the street, my luggage and walk to her apartment, it is an old building from the railway station only a few blocks, I had been there a year ago, and the degree of after a few nights of ecstasy, yes, that was my first experience of sex. My girlfriend my big old, she is my sister's classmates, because I said I write poetry, so she fell in love with me. Our relationship had already lasted two years, I do not know why we have not break up living in different places, I probably believe that the power of love, at least he thinks so.

I puffed up to the third floor where she lived, began to knock on the door, about a minute later she came to me to open the door, wearing a thin pajamas, cheeks flushed. I saw her surprise, I said something "Surprise!", She did not wait for the opening, put the luggage dragged into the house, and she followed me, and looked a hint of tension. I was about to speak to her, suddenly came bedroom man's voice: Who? I froze for a moment, ran to the bedroom door and saw a naked man lying in bed, about 178 centimeters tall, but very thin, keep messy beard, lower body stuff being straight erect.

To be honest I was really angry, angry and want to cry, but still pretending to be calm turned to my girlfriend: Bitch! Who is he? That man I saw a bit of panic, busy with a sheet wrapped around the body, staring at his girlfriend. Girlfriend seems indifferent, casually said to me: a poet, a true poet, you satisfied? I sneered, suddenly feel does not matter: as you will, I'm going to bed, it is best not to wake me do that. Then I lay on the sofa in the living room shabby, that moment, I do not know why feel like a real man.

The man is Li Bai.

The next day I woke up girlfriend has already done the dinner, Li Bai is also at the table, I got up from the couch and went to dinner, did not even wash their hands. I ate and looked at Li Bai, see him uncomfortable. Although he and I about the same height, but significantly stronger than him, I knew he was afraid I would suddenly jump up and strangle him, but I will not do that.

"When are you going good on?" I asked bluntly girlfriend.

That is not to hide his girlfriend, very readily told me:. "! Two weeks ago we met in a bookshop, a romantic story."

I laughed, almost erupted from his mouth the rice, what a stupid woman. I guess, this is certainly not the first time she had such a "Aventure", but I did not ask.

"Li Bai, really uncompromised name. So, poet, do your masterpiece, so I read it!" I stared at Li Bai, with a defiant voice, " 'despicable is despicable's epitaph' Did you write it? "

Li Bai did not laugh, he replied with a slight tinny voice said:. "Do not leave me and some people involved with my poetry is only for friends to see."

When I looked at the girl nodded, feeling a sudden surge of nausea in my heart, if I stay in this room, not have to spit. I quickly took off his body has been stinking T-shirt, picked up from the trunk and put a clean, then immediately left the room, and before leaving I suddenly cropped one: I wish you a happy gravedigger!

When I walk down the stairs, I wonder myself why you had to say these words, I do not even understand what it means, is this inspiration? Who cares, I have to find a place to play. I first went to Nanjing University, that's my girlfriend reading school. Summer vacation, the campus silhouette sparse, but still occasionally seen a couple walking in the shade. There is a cafeteria in front bands playing rock heavy metal, like a magic rock three heroes of the song, I was noise sounds like a crane. I left the concert gathered in the street to listen to the crowd, walked down the road. Walk a lonely person, probably like me, I thought in my heart. I sat for a moment in Liuyuan, no people, very quiet, only the grass gnats flew ears buzz and not far from the playfield to play sound. I went to the North Building, on the lawn at the front of the building and there are people sitting in the shade, chatting or reading, I stood there for a moment, listening to the unconscious man near the conversation, but he can not understand them the meaning of. I got bored, went to the Xuanwu Lake, I'm afraid of the water, just sitting in the lake, looking at the empty lake. Then a girl passing by, age and my age, a beautiful long hair, I suddenly wanted to strike up a conversation with her, and she wanted to have sex, but I did not do anything, just sat there looking at her and slowly walked away. Fatigue and an attack on the heart, I decided to find a place to eat lunch.

After dinner where I do not want to, went straight back to his girlfriend's apartment, Qiaokai Men, she was alone. Poets do? I ask. Out, publishing poems and publishers to discuss the matter. I laughed, hugged and kissed her, she struggled a bit on obedience, and I took her to the bed making love, tired and exhausted. You improved a lot, ah, get away after his girlfriend said to me, smiling. He probably also a rogue it. Somewhat taken aback, his girlfriend, who is? Li Bai. I caressed her breasts, suddenly feel sick, poets are hooligans. I was surprised myself to say such words. roll!

Li Bai came back at night, the body with alcohol, I greet him, he responded awkwardly for a moment, then fell to the sofa. Girlfriend poured him a cup of tea, then I sat down on the sofa, and he wanted to get in a word, I asked where he comes from, where the book reading and so on, he is pretty straightforward, I answered, as to the true and false unknowable. I would like to discuss with him poetry, although when I feel for poetry has been dull, and the strange thing is Li Bai and I do not want to talk about poetry, that look as if I would not know what is illiterate. I was angry, and took his girlfriend to go to the bedroom, "you are here jealously guarding its availability," I said to pose a winner of Li Bai. Girlfriend hesitated, and did not resist, we would love to start with impunity. You slut, I bit her ear, you do not just go to bed and poets? She said nothing, enjoying the climax of joy.

The next day I left, went to Suzhou. That was the last time I went to Nanjing, a poet when passing to open a bookstore, I did not hesitate to spit it toward the mouth of saliva. I have never been as then firmly believes that the poet just more hypocritical clients, I am glad he wake up in time.

After the new semester beginning, I applied for a transfer system, from the Department of Chinese to Spanish-speaking. I never learned Spanish, just as suddenly in love with the Latin American novels, like those exotic writers describe the revolution, violence, exile and, of course, like to see how a castaway poet struggling in life. In fact, I do not hate the poet, but do not like them.

About in the winter, when I was for those struggling with Spanish vocabulary and grammar, I worked at a used book store near the school and met Li Bai. He was so thin, but few who dress more neatly. "! Poet, hello," I wanted to greet him, he saw that I was taken aback, hurriedly asked: "Is that you, how did you come here?" "Reading ah, I'd like to ask you why in my ? turf. "he did not answer, said:" she and I have long divided, that thing, "I did not wait for him to finish, interrupted him:"?? how to drink a cup of "before he could evade, I'll pull him out of the bookstore, I went to a nearby small restaurant frequented. I ordered a few cheap dishes, to a bottle of wine, filled up to him and myself, although nothing to say to each other but still hard to find a number of topics. He and I stated my views and present interest in the poet, he seemed sullen, but he has not refuted. Drinking a cup of drink, he told me that he is now editor of a publication of the poem, but that this poetry I've never heard of, and they will never found in kiosks, presumably circulation is very low. Later, we finally broke up, I was already a little drunk, staggered went to the lake to watch the sunset, and looked at pairs of lovers Lovers, that this world is not so bad.

After I met Li Bai near the school a few times, just simply say hello, but for where he lives or what kind of work I flatly do not know. Although sometimes interested, but was soon drowned in my passion for Spanish Lane. We just this big world two insignificant little people, why should I waste their energy on him yet.

My winter vacation home when they met him at the train station, this time he and attire when Nanjing fell somewhat similar. "Where?" I asked him, I saw that, he fell a little shy. "To Hangzhou." "Visit? Or " He did not answer, I did not ask, the train came, I boarded the car when the train started I saw him through the window still standing there seems to be pondered at Enron to accompany the biting wind.

Long after the school where I did not see him again. I'd not be surprised if he's a poet, probably enjoyed wandering life. One day, a fellow at the nearby primary schools invited me to play, I just broke up with his girlfriend It is boring, she readily said yes.

It was a small school, the ongoing replacement of old and new, newly built school buildings and low in stark contrast to the old cottage. Friend let me into his dorm - it is a row of school occupies a corner of the cottage - he brewed a pot of tea, and we were drinkin gossip would say, after a while will be ready to go out and play. Just one out, I happened to run into the poet Li Bai, he came out of a bungalow, hand carrying a bag of garbage. So I say hello: Hey, poet, we met again. Li Bai saw me, embarrassed smile, and just keep going. Friend was surprised and asked: Do you know, "yes ah," I replied, "how could he live here too?" "Ah, you do not know that he is a teacher here yet - but soon left the company" "??. how? "I did not hide my surprise," he is not a poet do? "" he is to teach the language, if writing poetry, then it would not surprise, but no one had heard he would write poetry ah. "" Why leave? "I asked. "I do not know, I heard that he was going to the northwest of it." Probably want to be a real poet, and I guess my heart, but did not say. The rest of the time of day I was thinking, Li Bai is a language teacher, poet, why was it emerged in Nanjing, Hangzhou, why go? I want to get dizzy, until finally fell asleep.

The next day I wanted to find Li Bai, but the department has activities not open itself, the third day I went and knocked on his door, but no one came open, a friend just back from the outside, asked me: " how you came to Li, something? he's gone, just yesterday. "I said nothing, then a friend invited me to drink tea, I refuse it down, and he had said would be gossip.

After many years I have not seen Li Bai, as busy with their own things - school, work, marriage, divorce, I gradually forget the Li Bai, as if life has never been this person. I'm now a screenwriter, earn a meager income, and often go out to the crew filming, looking for a woman to find a bed, then forget about this thing.

This trip to Ningxia, when shooting in a small mountain village, the villagers enthusiastically introduced me to a poet in the village, although years left on his weathered face, his dark skin becomes rough, but I recognized it, he is a former poet Li Bai. However, he did not recognize me, perhaps bigger changes occur to me. I quietly, and he casually chatting, drinking wine, eating roast lamb. Slowly the dark days, and finally, I pretended to ask him casually: you read a poem now.

Li Bai, this did not put off, he was inviting voice sang, just as I've seen on TV those farmers in northern Shaanxi.

"What is this?" I asked drunk.

He did not answer, a staggering body fell to the ground fell into a deep sleep.