总是想象有那么条幽深的巷子                            不知道它的起始是怎样的阳光明媚            它的尽头却是一个拐角                                
依稀有些许犬吠                                            
依稀有孩童嬉闹                                                                                                                      
                                                                        巷子是青石铺成                                           
石面不规整但已被时间踩踏的平滑           
墙角引水沟也是青石铺就                           
其实有些青苔是一直的躺在上面的           
只是苔藓太过沉默                                       
以至短歇的蜂蝶也没能惊扰它的睡梦        浅浅的水面                                                   
是些许斑驳的光点正摇摇晃晃                   
像极顽皮的小小少年欲出逃                       
两侧是黄泥浇筑的土墙                               
偶有不知名的绿植正偷偷探头探脑           
像极春闺的小小姑娘在窥探                                                                                                  
                                                                        午后的时候                                                   
一个淡淡的姑娘迎面       而来       走近了  白色小布鞋踩在石面轻快又深沉               
菊黄裙摆受脚步牵引宛似小小的彩虹       
发卡如两只受惊欲飞的蜻蜓                 
她并没有撑着油纸伞                                   
我想她是有那样一把戴望舒的油纸伞的   
她只是握着诗集                                           
我想她正读在戴望舒的雨巷                                                                                                  
                                                                        
姑娘就那么走近了        走远了                   
巷子                                                              
没有她淡淡的轻叹                                       
只有她淡淡的轻影投在墙上久久没散       
转角                                                               
依稀有淡淡的犬吠                                       
依稀有孩童淡淡的嬉闹                               
我想她正逢着三五孩童嘴角轻扬               
她淡淡的轻影投在墙上久久没散