荒  原

                         
                         这路崎岖又坎坷
                         一代代朝圣者却昂然向前
                         一步一叩首
                         从此 圣杯伸手可及不再遥远

                         下雨的时候 没撑伞
                         我独自走进那一片迷濛
                         任身后的黄烟在窗玻璃上 
                         使劲儿揩它的脸
                         身后 落英缤纷
                         失意人捧着酒杯诉说着迷恋
                         艾略特 东方的寻觅是一种神圣
                         与您的格律一样庄严
                         十五岁我就明白
                         汉宫秋月 灞桥扬柳 边塞衡燕
                         与塞纳河 密拉波桥之间
                         没有国境线
                         
                         我没想到 庄蝶儿早飞到了
                         豆芽儿发满的广漠的辽远
                         扇型的荒原深处
                         洪水正在渐行渐退
                         一串串纯粹的歌吟声响
                         咽 咽 鸣 鸣
                         鸣 鸣 咽 咽……
                         谁的洞箫吹响了
                         在东方 谁正在醒来