烟圈，不住地升腾
                           你的肉体

                           像一根燃烧的柴禾
                           慢慢地变成灰烬
                           光和热
                           是身体里抽离的灵魂
                           一缕一缕，洒满了
                           长满青青麦苗的黄土地

                           看着你坐在书桌前孤单的背影
                           我在心底呐喊:
                           先生，别抽了
                           你听不到我悲痛的声音
                           我的眼里哭出泪水
                           我看见黄土地
                           张开它宽大的怀抱
                           你微笑着，慢慢地走过去

                           我想伸出双手拦住你
                           可是，只掬了一捧
                           你脚下弹起的灰尘
                           那灰尘，来自于
                           一头老牛耕耘过的黄土地