在庐山

                    有一片忙碌的松林

                    无数个夜晚

                    都在张罗着一场场约会

                    月亮

                    总是如期而至

                    但从不知道

                    她到底预约了谁

                    无数个清晨

                    游人来到松林里

                    都看到松针上挂满了

                    惆怅的泪滴

                    太阳这才悠然而来

                    兴致勃勃地

                    拾起

                    一片淡淡的诗意