将家安在世界的尽头.

                                     
                                       在秋天金黄的田地里劳作,抬头便见蓝蓝的天与田四周款摆的白桦.

                                                 面向着大地,手伸向大地.似乎这便是贴近了生命的本质.

                                                    额头偶尔的汗珠不是喜悦,不是满足.而是不计较收成的淡然.


                                     在冬日里,一起蜷缩在炉灶边取暖.分食一小锅的浓汤..

                                                 在柴火的火星渐渐熄灭的时候一起钻进厚厚的被子..

                                                        相互依偎在对方梦的边沿,观望,陪伴而不是侵入..

                                     
                                                          就这么,年复一年.守着不变的天际,浮云与星光.

                                                                    日出而作,日落而息.

                                                            最绝妙的话语便是你嘴角的微笑,与眼角的泪水.


                                                       也许会有孩子.在她未出生时.能喜悦的隔着你的肚子.

                                                                              听她的心跳与哭闹..等待着她的坠地.

                                                                                时间在脚下平静流走而未能察觉

                                                                           孩子绊着脚,眼里是无尽的未来

                                                                                 手紧紧拽在我衣角


                                                                     在这样的生活中,我便是静的

                                                                         如天边的雪,清明的雾.

                                                                         听往复的日夜潮打

                                                                          望短暂变更的季候风吹.


                                                                仿佛世界也是静止的.象我来时一样..