是不是要用比万物生长更加虔诚的姿态
                                                                        把说过的话   大声地再说一遍    就像叶子
                                                                        毫无顾忌地再一次叙事春天    象雨水和果实
                                                                        用自身的重量叩问大地   或者是迟归的雷声
                                                                        必须再一次
                                                                        在黄昏时降临
                                                                        越来越新鲜、忙碌的味道  
                                                                        开始越来越长久地留驻   开始沉浸于绿色  
                                                                        无穷无尽的甜言蜜语   并目睹峥嵘的草木 
                                                                        终其一生    也走不完
                                                                        风一夜走过的路    如果还能
                                                                        在如此坚韧而宽容的午后
                                                                        再一次   走进你落英缤纷的院子
                                                                        和略显狼藉的灵魂   我就会象激流拍岸那样
                                                                        再一次   更加热烈地向你述说   
                                                                        关于命运的别离和重逢、关于执着的阳光  以及当初
                                                                        含泪的拥抱    而我们爱恨交织的人世
                                                                        正变得更加直率、明亮和空旷