乡村的风

                      月华

                           擦洗我心灵的灰尘

                           用夜色

                           素描你的身形

                           我阡陌的心路

                           被绿叶流淌的血

                           淹没

                           心事

                           撑一把无色的伞

                          徘徊在你心灵画室的门前 

                                     在你润笔的瞬间

                                                我无色的伞

                                                  也在垂钓

                                                    .......