我的生日
                             在秋天
                         而雁群早已不见
                         仅有凉风一阵一阵
                                       吹过

                         金鸡菊忘了时间
                         真的忘了时间

                         花开得再多
                         对我也不算什么
                         何况那么多的花
                         矫揉做作
                         纵有一两株真诚的老树
                         土不沃，奈何
                                   奈何

                         想起清明的小路
                         想起山月的诱惑
                         想起一条清亮的小溪
                         被梦想的孤桨划破

                         生日是枚青色柿子
                         不咬也罢
                         咬一口
                         尽是酸涩

                         三十多个生日
                         毕竟像已经孵出的
                         一群小鸡
                         不停地在我身边啁啾
                         让人倍感失落