Poetry 版 (精华区)

                                        9 乡音

                                我对著镜子说中文
                                一个公园有自己的冬天
                                我放上音乐
                                冬天没有苍蝇
                                我悠闲地煮著咖啡
                                苍蝇不懂得什麽是祖国
                                我加了点儿糖
                                祖国是一种乡音
                                我在电话线的另一端
                                听见了我的恐惧
                                于是我们迷上了深渊