一片草地不需要太宽广                                                            
                                                                                                           
 我.还有几个小孩子                                                                     
                                                                                                            
 也有一位已过花甲的老人                                                         
                                                                                                              
 首先我允许自己沉思一会                                                         
   
 老人的步子停住似乎在与山川万物对话                         
                                                                                                          
 而活着的象形在不大的草地上被几个孩子折腾出新花样                
                                                                                                          
 活着的枝体语言在瞬间漫过所有的草们                                      
                                                                                                           
 无非就是一种选择了自我操控这叫高等？                                       
                                                                                                           
 一种选择了被日月操控这叫低等？                                                      
                                                                                                            
 把自己也撒上草地感觉沉思的立意就会如水般流动                                                                          
                                                                                                           
 在叮咚一段过后接近视觉的尽头，沉默，无奈                
                                                                                                            
 然后俯冲下大地的阶梯                                                                        
                                                                                                            
 而我难舍的心河流过孩子的头顶，止于老人的脚下