风声吱吱地不肯停歇
                         雨点毕竟小得多了

                         我们没有穿套鞋
                         雨伞也遗忘在来的路上
                         脚下是哗哗的小溪
                         整个世界都是水

                         你的目光闪过惶惑
                         如不可接近的梦寐
                         乍然一亮
                         路，对面是路
                         路上还飘来人迹的气味
                         隐隐响起的-----你听
                         是谁吹奏粗糙的叶笛

                         而我却什么都不曾听见。周围
                         除了水声，还是水
                         终于到了你目击的这条路上
                         偶尔回头，我们的躲雨处
                         原来是一棵高大的糖梨树
                         雨滴挂在枝头如肉红的罂粟