自巅峰跃起，展翅
                                    千里的草原，不过是
                                    高亢鸣啼之初与止之间
                                    风，在羽翼边缘掠过，是凡人无法触及的理想
                                   
                                    追逐，日出。
                                    第三天，茫茫荒草，早已掩盖来时影迹
                                    骏马对着喷薄红日昂首长嘶
                                    阳光在它如风的四蹄逐寸缩短，
                                    我必须立在马背扬起铮亮的蒙古刀来宣泄野性
                                    刀锋何须饮血？
                                    只要象征一种精神
                                       
                                     惟痛楚可阐释欢愉
                                     惟苦难可阐释幸福
                                     惟流浪可阐释安宁
            
                                     日落，第四夜。
                                     霜风正紧，冷月如钩，挂在纳忽山之巅
                                     纳忽山，纳忽山，鹰之巢
                                     对峙。高山仰止
                                     山巅弯月，鹰啼声里
                                     惆怅旋转成锥，刺向空茫苍穹
                                     纵登峰临顶，无人会，登临意。
                                 
                                     尼采说：你应该超越自己，走得更远，
                                     登得更高，直至群星在你脚下
                                     而此刻，我谓黑鹰
                                     孤独着，越过北极，飞向银河…