······读书到某个相似段落的恍神······
······在外喝冷饮唤起味觉的苏醒······
······抑或是整理旧衣物时不落痕迹的叹息······
······这些由你衍生出来的琐碎······
······在数年如一日的白夜里······
······融汇成轻柔而遥远的光河······
······不再触及我······
······却依然照耀我······
······最短暂的幸福感和最漫长的余韵······
······在到达最顶峰的时候迫近死亡······
······每个人的生命中都有一段summer time······
······在隆冬······
······我终于知道······
······我身上有一个不可战胜的夏天······
······我身体里的火车从来不会错轨······
······所以允许大雪，风暴······
······泥石流，和荒谬······
······反正是绚烂······
······反正是到来······
······反正是背负慢慢凋残的孤独······
······耀眼的孤独······
······义无反顾的孤独······
······我不能自诩洞明世事······
······从过去到今天······
······我一直是一个寻觅者······
······但我已不再寻求于星辰和书本之间······
······而是开始聆听自己血液的簌簌低语······
······他一定知道······
······我灵魂迁徙的方向······
······知道一只鸟托着夜色起飞的负重感······
······他的静默······
······是另一处等待······
······无名，无望，又热烈······
······所以我们不是此世的居民······
······而是客旅······
······一个能够升起月亮的身体······
······必然驮住了无数次的日落······
······少年就是少年············他们看春风不喜······
······看夏蝉不烦······
······看秋风不悲······
······看冬雪不叹······
······看满身富贵懒察觉······
······看不公不允敢面对······
······只因他们是少年······
······虽然辛苦······
······我还是会选择那种滚烫的人生······
······在世间······
······本就是各人下雪······
······各人有各人的隐晦和皎洁······
······写了五行关于火的诗······
······两行烧茶······
······两行留到冬天取暖······
······剩下的一行······
······留给你在停电的晚上读我······
······我想和你互相浪费······
······一起虚度短的沉默······
······长的无意义······
······一起消磨精致而苍老的宇宙······
