扬与弃      

                                 一条沮水，只能承载一个人的沮丧    

                               鸣凤山巅的晨钟墓鼓却敲碎了封存的时光     

                                呼吸使我纯粹，心地澄明      

                               我在靠近平原的地方吹笛，和旧时的人一样    

                                铲一锨沉寂很久的谷子和渣子，抛向风中     

                               剩下的就留给无知的雀群      它们也许会想起或遗忘些什么                                             

                                                                   漠    

                                                拾起一只不知是谁弃下的驼铃    

                                                虔诚的闭眼，轻晃，倾听      

                                               那是旅人恸叹的旧梦，还是日子最深处的心颤      

                                               一如既往的漠风与沙粒       

                                               击碎黄昏，似乎还有些       

                                                一手握紧驼铃，剩下的握一把苍凉        

                                               总会有重叠­