幻想                                      

                                                 

   夕阳西下时                                

   我把诗托给它                            

   交给月亮审阅

   然后                                    

   站在朦胧的夜里                           

   猜想我的诗一定刊在天空的头版

   所有的星星都读了                          

   要不                                      

   它们怎么老朝我羡慕地眨眼睛呢