（一）

                                                                 烟雨霏霏的江南
                                                                 落叶簌簌的江南 
                                                                 月光在京航运河上 晃荡
                                                                 晃荡
                                                                 像晃荡着我的忧伤
                                                                 惠山在远处静静的
                                                                 立着 和我遥遥相对

                                                                 心情缄默久了
                                                                 思念凝固久了
                                                                 琴弦哑默久了
                                                                 诗歌混沌久了 
                                                                 河流冻结久了
                                                                 相思封存久了
                                                                 眼睛封闭久了

                                                                久违的江南 感觉是这样的熟悉
                                                                又是 这样的陌生
                                                                我 有些伤感了
                                                                伤感 是一种说不出的痛
                                                                清风过后 乱雨过后
                                                                在水面上上荡漾开来
                                                                一圈圈 一圈圈的
                                                                碎了的心情

                                                                自己曾经是不是爱过
                                                                自己是不是曾经错过
                                                                在这个很容易让人伤感的场景里
                                                                那个相约相爱的季节呢
                                                                在这个多烟多雨
                                                                在这个多梦多愁 
                                                                的江南 我一管长箫
                                                                吹出的仅是一个冰凉而寒伧的注脚
                                                                吹出的是一个历史的长叹
                                                                在这个江南的烟雨里

                                                                柳枝飞舞 风姿影绰
                                                                编织的依然是一个无根的童话
                                                                十年时间 我本该醒悟
                                                                想不到我还是依然痴傻
                                                                依然难以放下
                                                                原本就知道是一个美丽的错误
                                                                为什么还 一错
                                                                再错

                                                                风还有些剪剪清寒 一种想念
                                                                也犹如清风一样在心空间泛滥
                                                                有些事情真的是身不由己
                                                                有些事情真的是难以解释
                                                                但是日子还是一样的
                                                                一页一页的给历史翻过
                                                                曾经那些幸福的日子
                                                                一如云烟般过往的片段 
                                                                依然在心灵的留影里闪 闪
                                                                闪出的是一些动人的画面
                                                                留下的是一些悔恨的回声
                                                                我是那样的倾心的种植着快乐 
                                                                可是收获的却总是孤单
                                                                时间久了 你的影子
                                                                变成了清瘦的心事 在诗歌里 
                                                                风一样撕扯着 
                                                                今生怎么页甩不掉的恩怨情愁
                                                                我 认命了

                                                              （二）

                                                                总是在旁人的面前装出自己
                                                                是多么的坚强
                                                                可自己是那么的害怕黑夜
                                                                总是在生活里阳光的样子
                                                                可是对着镜子的自己
                                                                终是难以掩饰眉宇间浮选的
                                                                一抹苍白的寂寞 
                                                                一缕心酸的记忆
                                                                一股江南的感伤
                                                                一腔无望的向往

                                                                走 走 一个热走
                                                                不敢一个人独自长久的逗留
                                                                梦幻的江南 曾经在这里
                                                                用一颗旷世的爱心
                                                                用心里的千丝柔情 万丝爱意 
                                                                编织一个完美的
                                                                同心圆

                                                                当我想给自己找一个美好的归宿的时候
                                                                月已缺了
                                                                我两手空空的在一个陌生的小站
                                                                像院子里的树叶
                                                                湿了有风干
                                                                这个时候能流泪该多好啊
                                                                至少还能痛痛快快的哭一场
                                                                可是 河流也清瘦了 
                                                                茫然的心境是什么样的心境
                                                                说不出了的语言是不是语言
                                                                 面对着空茫的烟雨天
                                                                 只能合泪相拥

                                                                （三）

                                                                 我就这样的走着 没有任何的思想
                                                                 可是走来走去还是回归不了原点
                                                                 久这样的走着 黑夜来了的时候
                                                                 只有了影子的作陪
                                                                 我听到孤单的声音

                                                                 踩着零落的叶子 凋零的花瓣
                                                                 没有舞动的蝴蝶
                                                                 没有舞动的蝴蝶
                                                                 一个孤寂的灵魂在和历史对话
                                                                 自己的影子是自己最好的聆听者
                                                                 是啊 谁能留驻失去的缘分
                                                                 就像水终须向东流去
                                                                 就像是我们无法挽留的青春 
                                                                 我们
                                                                 已经
                                                                 老了

                                                                 当繁华散尽 当花期尽逝
                                                                 那些美丽的不能再美丽的往事
                                                                 也随风伴烟消失在了季节深处
                                                                 只有了依旧荒芜的荒草 
                                                                 在风的吹动下 露出一个
                                                                 情感的墓碑
                                                                 我颤栗的手指 竟然不能在上面
                                                                 刻上半句挽词

                                                                （四）

                                                                 遥远的地方 霓虹灯闪烁着
                                                                 读伤了我的眼眸
                                                                 开不到江南的烟雨了
                                                                 心情却依然在太湖里浸泡着
                                                                 这样的时刻 这样的时刻
                                                                 往事往事如一册泛黄的诗集 久久没有翻阅
                                                                 在寻梦的异乡的一角
                                                                 我虔诚的点燃一支心香
                                                                 对着烛光含泪的祭坛
                                                                 写着风吹桃红的爱情
                                                                 苦着雨打花落的背离
                                                                 淡淡的离愁别绪掠过寂寞的眉宇
                                                                 如今 如今又是春天的
                                                                 可是风吹梨花啊
                                                                 不开门

                                                                （五） 

                                                                 芸芸众生 红尘滚滚
                                                                 月缺月园 花开花落
                                                                 序幕 展演 剧中 交叉 错过 落幕
                                                                 到头来
                                                                 你我不过是彼此生命中的
                                                                 一个匆匆的过客

                                                                 我无法逃离命运
                                                                 我像无法逃离 白天尽了
                                                                 就是黑夜
                                                                 在江南的夜色的黑里我还是那样的痴情 
                                                                 痴情的寻觅着残存的记忆 
                                                                 仅仅是有关于你的
                                                                 仅仅是有关于我的 
                                                                 仅仅是有关于我们
                                                                 但是 现在仅仅是关于我 
                                                                 在红尘的历史的岸边
                                                                 是谁 在泪弹琵琶
                                                                 依然在唱着那首不愿意里唇的歌
                                                                 是谁 在江南的夜色里
                                                                 书写着一个不老的童话
                                                                 一个泡沫的传奇
                                                                 是谁 将那风吹碎的露珠小心的捡起
                                                                 放在心芳 像抚慰着伤心的心事
                                                                 是谁 将自己的一生的情感
                                                                 一往情深的许给了江南
                                                                 谁谁 在无锡的一个叫做堰桥的小镇
                                                                 将自己的最初的爱恋 
                                                                 统统的埋葬在了这片异乡的土地
                                                                 是谁 在过十年以后
                                                                 还在苦苦的 苦苦的焚心呼唤着 
                                                                 失去的十八岁
                                                                 是谁 在太湖的湖边还依然孩子一样 
                                                                 在放逐着从河南郑州带来的999只小纸船
                                                                 是谁 荒芜了烟雨清翠的梦中江南
                                                                 是谁 将那柳絮飞飞的清瘦拾起
                                                                 在手心小心的揉成一团 然后放在 
                                                                 发炎的脚跟？是谁 在寂寥的江南的夜色里 
                                                                 写着这些只有自己读懂的零碎的文字？
                                                                 是谁 在十年以后 依然空空的
                                                                 厚望着一个不老的传说
                                                                 是谁 将十年的千钟柔情 万种相思 
                                                                 深深的尘封在心灵的暗角
                                                                 一任它发霉 一任它长出 
                                                                 相思的蛛网
                                                                 是谁 将刻骨铭心的想念 
                                                                 深深的刻在在惠山的一块无名的石头上 
                                                                 祈求着来生
                                                                 又是谁 在一个深深的夜晚
                                                                 在博客上 散落这些花瓣一样零碎的
                                                                 心情 又谁知道
                                                                 一腔的心事 满地的飘落
                                                                 一地的感伤 随琴声起伏
                                                                 还有按难以诠释的姻缘
                                                                 还有那无法诉说的哀愁

                                                                 江南啊 流泪的江南
                                                                 一生一世 一生一世
                                                                 晃动着我的泪眼

                                                                 不朽的江南
                                                                 成了在身体里
                                                                 取不出的子弹 
                                                                 偶遇风寒 便隐隐作痛
                                                                 这种痛是
                                                                 写不出的
                                                                 语言