我躺在诗的海洋里                                                        
遐想                                                                                  
芳香而又悠扬                                                                 那陌生而又熟悉的朋友                                                写出的都是绝唱                                                             写出的都是生活                                                             
请允许我这样想:                                                           我头枕着诗名                                                                  躯体是诗的精华                                                             血液流淌着诗的灵魂                                                     脚触不着的是诗的延续                                               还有远方