青梅酒
                                   王晓辉

                            一壶青梅酒，煮沸了
                             一部苍苍历史
                             尽管此后刀光剑影
                             浓浓的血腥味
                             掩盖不了那酒中的豪气

                            这是一壶流动的火
                            火中有千年的风
                             吹荒原沙砾，雪野冷月
                              吹滚烫的赤壁
                              和冷寂的深峡栈道，残阳如血

                                为什么，总是在酩酊之后
                               才展开一节人生序曲？
                                酒过三巡，仍是一盘
                               下不完的残棋？
                                 多少人间的悲悲欢欢
                               令人扼腕令人叹息

                                只有锦里的霏霏细雨
                                把我的心思
                                紧紧粘住
                                一粘就是上千年