点一支烟


                            从衣袋里摸一支出来

                            端详半刻

                           和这廉价的一元打火机一样瘦骨嶙峋

                           打着了火

                           猛吸一口

                           仿佛大半世的生命

                           终究和它一样

                          不会节外生枝


                         半夜不能入睡的时候

                         望着窗外月光如雪

                         如万马奔腾

                        最后终归归去南山

                        让回忆形单影只


                        无奈烟火的威力太小

                        燃不完陈年旧事

                       只在空气中寥寥散去