幻想，幻梦？
                                     一些虚无的----
                                     人物，事儿罢了
                                     梦，会是什么？
                                     嗬，她本身不就是虚幻的吗？
                                     花树？梦？
                                     在虚幻之中，在地平线的尽头，
                                     在太阳隐没的那一瞬，
                                     在地平线的上方，
                                     一棵…
                                     花树？
                                     是，或不是？
                                     是夕阳的幻影？
                                     是鸟儿的巢？
                                     是院中的后庭花树？
                                     有夕阳的残影？
                                     有雏鸟隐约的叫？
                                     有一地的花瓣？
                                     在幻想中，
                                     没有人能做主，
                                     没有人能主宰。
                                     只有在醒来后的恍惚之中，
                                     细细回想，
                                     回味那梦中的
                                     花树的残影——
                                     而后，面向现实，
                                     珍惜＂早＂，
                                     不要浑浑噩噩地
                                     回想太久，
                                     不要如同那花树，
                                     那＂玉树后亭花＂，
                                     快！
                                    开启清早一天的工作吧.