微型诗 四首                                 
   月下                                 
月光像一面镜子
掉下来 碎了                                
那个残破的我                                
还在镜中                                                                
    梦                                 
    一                                
双手握着浦扇                                
为母亲送去清凉                                
怎么凉在自己身上                                
    二                                   
被你握着的手                                
越捏越紧                                
有点疼                                
怎么也摔不脱                               
   
   石头                               
稍有碰擦
你就火星直冒                                
恨恨的顶着我
一句话也不说    
   寒风
满地的蔬菜
黄瓜 茄子 西红柿
西蓝花二角五分一斤