如果我是说如果，                                                        那只雌性蚊子要是知道自己的宿命，                                               它愿意把藐小的躯壳葬送此时吗？                                              或许它更喜欢冬。                                                        挑战那刺骨和苍劲，                                                     领略那玉尘和凄美。                                                    或许它更中意春。                                                         贪恋那牡丹与花下，                                                    享受那雨露与朝霞。                                                    或许它更向往夏。                                                        虚荣着热情跟簇拥，                                                    盲目着虚假跟繁荣。                                                 但，此时，它还是没有逃过我一巴掌。