生活是支笔
                       工作可否是墨
                       写一个很浓的名字
                       为农民

                       我住在城中村
                       每天都会遇到
                       干建筑的老李
                       做木工的老周
                       刷油漆的老赵
                       贵州的老李在新区
                       四川的老周搞城西
                       云南的老赵干旧城
                       城市就这样站了起来
                       就像他们弯下的腰

                       每年暑假
                       出租屋里都会多出
                       操着贵州口音
                       四川口音
                       云南口音
                       青涩少年
                       他们没有走
                       留在这个城市
                       为的是老家
                       仿佛是传承
                       就像他们父亲
                       为了他们
                       城市又开发了
                       替代青涩的是沧桑
                       眼里布满血丝
                       嘴角斜叼着烟

                       当贵州老李
                       四川老周
                       云南老赵
                       离开城市的时候
                       城市还给他们
                       小四川
                       小贵州
                       小云南
                       我在想为什么？
                       此刻，写下这首诗
                       我要求
                       城市做一个解释！