一年四季在他的眼中
                                        都被一件破烂成条的棉袄所包容
                                        至于时间，则无早晚
                                        或许在某种意义上已形成了定律
                                        早一分，晚一分，梦里梦外又何妨
             
                                        也许世界最公平
                                        把所有所想所要的
                                        都随手让出
                                        一村又一寨，穷家给的，富家扔的
                                        物竟所有，物所何求
                                        风里来，雨里去
             
                                        一双没有了后底的棉拖鞋
                                        进出过繁华与贫脊
                                        不管是白眼，还是黑眼
                                        无我境界，怕谁

                                        忽一日
　　　　　　　　　　　   是谁忆起了“济公”                                               
                                        另一种境界
                                        另一种人生