幼年时期的老人，                                                疼爱过我的老人，                                              或者没有记忆，                                                   只剩下模糊的轮廓，                                                 在多年后的巧合中，                                             隔着屏幕回映他的离奇，                                                 亦或者牵扯到一个原始的血缘。                        很多年前月夜里的稚气的眸子，                      能看到河那边过来到近前的老人的灵魂，          我惊叹孩提多么的可贵，                                             还能在暮色里看到 ，                                                                                天空直斜缀下来的流星或者彗星，                  那么无声无息的消失在我的脚下。                                       门前的石磨，精壮的黄牛，                              或许不该出现在我的笔下，                                可那是我幼小世界的电影。                                 青青的嫩绿色的茶苗，                                        灰色里的欣喜，                                                    田里顶着露珠的谷秧，                                        遥遥的涣着希望的光。                                          我的纯情的过往，                                                我的喜欢抽烟斗的老人，                                     冥冥中我们在一个非凡的时空相见，                       你似乎不曾离去，                                               用你的宽厚呵护我的鲁莽，                             陪我见证一个又一个飘渺的奇迹。                      我将踏着冥想启程，                                            去感应上天七彩星月暖阳的馈宠，                   与生俱来的新奇，                                                 是我戒不掉的梦幻、寐嫣。