生于1949年11月。在北京上小学、中学。1969年到河北白洋淀插队。同年开始诗歌写作，是“白洋淀诗歌群落”的主要成员。曾在北京的中学和大学任教，1992年到中国作家协会工作。除诗歌创作外，还有散文、诗歌评论文章发表。著有《我流过这片土地》、《林莽的诗》、《永恒的瞬间》、《林莽短诗选》等诗集，还出版有诗文合集《穿透岁月的光芒》。编辑有《诗探索金库-食指卷》、《中国百年诗歌精华》、《中国知青诗抄》等多种诗歌选本。现为中国作家协会会员、中国诗歌协会理事、北京作协理事、《诗探索》编委、作品卷主编、《诗刊》编委等。现在《诗刊》工作。

Born in November 1949. He went to primary and high school in Beijing. In 1969 he went to Bai Yang Dian, beginning to write poetry and became one of the key members of Bai Yang Dian Poetry Group. He taught in high school and college in Beijing until he worked for China Writers' Association in 1992. He also writes non-fiction and poetry critical articles. His publications include I flow over the land, Lin Mang's Poetry, Eternal Instants, Short Poems by Lin Mang, The Light Penetrating Years. He has edited a number of poetry anthologies. He is a member of China Writers' Association,one of the directors of China Poetry Association and Beijing Writers' Association. He is one of the key editors of Poetry Exploration and Poetry Magazine. He works for Poetry Magazine in Beijing.

An American poet. He has taught and traveled in Asia and Europe.

美国青年诗人，曾在各国任教，游踪遍及欧亚等国。

Jin Lei is a native of Yunnan Providence in China. She studied in the United States for a few years.

云南人，曾留学美国。

小城霏雨

Downpour in a Small Town

清晨，屋外正在落雨
室内幽暗
在我久居的院落深处
雨水滴嗒
打湿了我窗前的老树和葡萄藤
悠然间我想起
那夏日里曾客居的外省小城
早市的喧闹把我从睡意中唤醒

沿滴水的店铺屋檐
我走过早市的街巷
人流在伞的下面
在毗连的木屋檐下
在异乡的语音中
一条平缓而从容的溪水
从这条巷到那条巷
渐渐地
从沉甸甸的装满青菜的提篮里
从一丛丛淌着水滴的花束中
雨水霏霏，溶入一片江南画屏

当我沿早市的街巷
走回我客居的小屋
这外省小城和一束鲜花的幽香
给我留下了深深的温情
连雨水也那样亲切

有如我北方的家
晚饭后院落中的寂静
小女儿一整天玩得疲倦了
在初睡中喃喃梦呓
有时雨水就是在这时滴落在葡萄架上
一丝凉意正浸入夏夜的深处
有如那束晚香玉所唤起的
			

Dawn breaks to rain outdoors
And indoors it is dark
Drumming rain
Wets the old tree and the grapevine outside my window
Back in the courtyard that has long been my home
And my thoughts turn
To a summer's day spent in a small town in another province
When the noise of the morning market woke me from slumber

I walked through market streets
Whose shop eaves dripped with rain
Packed with people under umbrellas
Under abutting eaves of wooden houses
Amid the accents of another place
A brimming gentle stream
Going gradually
From one street to the next
Through handbaskets laden with greens
And dripping bunches of flowers
Fused by pouring rain into a painted southern screen
And the little town in another province
With its aroma of cut flowers
Warmed me deeply as I walked
Back to my narrow lodgings
With intimacy even of rain

As if after supper in the still courtyard
Of my northern home
My daughter tired with daylong play
Murmured in the somniloquy of first sleep
And sometimes now raindrops on the vine trellis
Infuse cool deep into a summer's night
Like those tuberoses calling