Poetry 版 (精华区)

                                   13 钟声

                           钟声深入秋天的腹地
                           裙子纷纷落在树上
                           取悦著天空

                           我看见苹果腐烂的过程

                           带爆力倾向的孩子们
                           象黑烟一样升起
                           房瓦潮湿

                           十里风暴有了不倦的主人
 
                           沉默的敲钟人
                           展开的时间的幕布
                           碎裂，漫天飘零

                           一个个日子撞击不停

                           船只登陆
                           在大雪上滑行
                           一只绵羊注视著远方

                           它空洞的目光有如和平

                           万物正重新命名
                           尘世的耳朵
                           保持著危险的平衡

                           这是死亡的钟声