昏黄的老山，                                                 静默的云霭，                                                  浑浊的泥流河，                                              凸起的长满青苔的石头，                                      成群的黑麻麻的围在粪坑里的苍蝇，                 都在无言的惶恐，                                                 惶恐着那个悲哀的心痛。                                     闭塞的愤懑，                                                       胸口的震颤，                                                       都不能释怀我的无以言说的悲哀。                            特别是，                                                                    当我清醒的舔着自己的伤口，                             我明白自己要多么不易的糊涂。                          上天既然赐给我这天赋，                                     让我知晓黑暗里的蛆虫，                                        为何不赐给我力量，                                            让我阻止那些迷幻中的龌蹉。                            哦天啦，我不该这么贪婪，                               冥冥中自有痛苦徘徊，                                         有多少人有多少不知道的冤霾。                                     我可以在欢笑后静默，                                               在静默后哀怀，一念清灯，                                在深远中踩着静悄悄的幽怨，                             古佛苍茫，天籁孤寂。                                                     在橙红的黎明，                                                    在倦怠的暮晚，                                                   重复一遍过去的眼泪，                                             祈祷水月镜花安宁着下一个明天，                  冷冷清清的漠然，                                                让思绪翻个身，                                                     一路且清晰，且悲痛，且精政，且静勉。