眼中的它  
                      天地不与其比寿
                      日月不与其同光
                           它却自愧
                 不如李唐子夜玉中柔
                       常嘲平凡而笨拙
                  不料黄沙吹尽始还金
                          年下曾几何？
                它是无可替代的vital物
                          岁月不艰苦
                          平凡因其乐
                         触双目感动己
                       捂耳擦嘴不问世
                       他若问它何为物？
                           只道是双手