女娲补天，在这里
                                 无意划出
                                 一条纤细的线，就像她
                                 无意捏出芸芸众生。
                                 春涨秋落，流水来去；
                                 千万次雨打风吹，
                                 月盈月亏，
                                 你依然纤纤一脉，
                                 没被抹去，也未壮丽。
                                 阻遏过急驰的战车，
                                 凌厉的戈戟。
                                 你，仍旧匍匐在
                                 最低处,承载
                                 熏日寒月。
                                 
                                 古塔的倒影，
                                 一个硕大的感叹号，埋在
                                 你的心里。
                                 峭壁上的红亭，高高地
                                 踮起足跟，呼唤
                                 未来？过去？
                                 你也曾愤怒过，膨胀过，
                                 淹没城市和村庄，终归
                                 退缩凹槽，默默
                                 将流年一拨一拨送入
                                 烟淼的洞庭。没有
                                 风骚雅唱，只有
                                 渔樵俚歌。真正能
                                 感知你的，是飘泊的
                                 兰芷，江岸边
                                 那一片稻田，
                                 几畦菜地。