日子

 任夜月尽情收割

从日落到晨曦

 却怎么也收不完

                                                        一天的荒芜

 

 在缭绕的香烟里

 在沉浮的茗茶中

                                                         寻寻觅觅

                                                     一扇打开的门

 

      苦心勾勒的意境成为永恒

我躲藏米氏山水下

                                                    顾头却顾不了腚

 

                                                     既然不能在

唐诗的花影里对饮

宋词的泪眼里相望

  在朱自清的匆匆里叹息

                                                      总可以吧

 

                                                    终于月上树梢

我自己摘下闪亮的镰刀

                                                   却看明日晴未