野塘
                     王晓辉
               
                  真小
                  小的只能容下
                  我的童年

                    柳丝祛祛地
                    想伸、想伸
                     总也触不到水面

                     纤柔的水波
                     折叠着风
                      风折叠着悠悠岁月

                      仿佛儿时投掷的石片
                       仍在擦着水花
                        渐滑渐远

                        终于，消失了
                        消失在时间的深处
                        ——连同我的童年