穿过一排稀疏的胡杨
                                                                               我认识了怪柳，认识了芨芨草
                                                                               这些让我惭愧的生命
                                                                               在黄沙的出入口 
                                                                               盘根错节，根颈缠绕
                                                                               使我触摸到沙层底部无声的流动
                                                                               在常年无雨的日子
                                                                               生命依然一寸一寸的长


                                                                               如果不是经过一片干裂
                                                                               我也不会认识库尔塔格
                                                                               在戈壁的边缘
                                                                               它站得那么清瘦，清瘦得没有一滴水分
                                                                               只有丰满起伏胸脯
                                                                               在岁月深处
                                                                               留下被人抚摸的痕迹


                                                                               无需逃避这上升的温度
                                                                               我裸露的额头，此时
                                                                               正接受着阳光忘情的亲吻
                                                                               风，有来有往
                                                                               在汗珠流过的路径
                                                                               依然留下暗红色的花影


                                                                               哦，沙，流动的沙泪
                                                                               不知，是否恰如其分
                                                                               但我依然将你举过头顶
                                                                               像场祭拜，却没有眼泪
                                                                               不要企盼春天来临
                                                                               任语言在指缝间无声滑落
                                                                               在夹杂沙粒的风中
                                                                               聆听大漠异族深情的言语


                                                                               有足够理由
                                                                               头顶的蓝一定是我内心汹涌的沙海
                                                                               我也承诺，在每个晴朗的日子
                                                                               把你分装成行
                                                                               让那些，从诗前走过的过客
                                                                               为你良久驻足
                                                                               你也会在一浪一浪中向前
                                                                               一步一步的远行