Foreword by Yang Lian
Perhaps it is only when you know a place so well that it can seem so strange.
I grew up and lived in China until the age of 33. After 1989, I experienced a typical Chinese destiny of exile, living in more than twenty countries. Now I hold a New Zealand passport. My face is obviously Chinese, but China has become my personal foreign country. I write my poetry in Chinese, but the language has become my own foreign mother tongue. There is no longer any question of going home. Now even when I set foot on Chinese soil, it is still another kind of leaving.