我夜里采下三枚果子
                                                       一颗送给了昨夜，一颗送给了秋天
                                                       剩下的埋在河边
                                                       当粉红的青鸟再次飞过
                                                       不得以砍下那疯长的枝条
                                                       幽兰的花和梦
                                                       因为三月末的雨
                                                       一切都不真实
                                                       没有白马饮水
                                                       也没有果子
                                                       默默的看着绿色疯长
                                                       至漫过远方最高的雪山
                                                       那些枯死的枝
                                                       带着灰色的叶子
                                                       化成了迷雾和森林
                                                       我用紫色的藤蔓
                                                      编成王冠和弓袋
                                                      等待着
                                                      等待着林木里的白鹿走来