人的一生，应当有许多停靠站，我但愿每一个站台，都有一盏雾中的灯。虽然再没有人用肩膀挡住呼啸的风，以冻僵的手指，为我掖好白色的围巾。但愿灯象今夜一样亮着吧。即使冰雪封住了每一条道路，仍有向远方出发的人。我们注定还要失落，无数白天和黑夜，我只请求留给我一个宁静的早晨。皱巴巴的手帕，铺在潮湿的长凳，你翻开蓝色的笔记，芒果树下有隔夜的雨声。写下两行诗，你就走吧，我记住了写在湖边小路上的你的足印和身影，要是没有离别和重逢，要是不敢承担欢愉与悲痛，灵魂有什么意义，还叫什么人生。（摘录诗集）

      Person's life, there should be many stops, I wish every platform, has a light the lamp in the mist. Although no one shoulder is blocking winds that blow, with frozen fingers, tucking a white scarf for me. I wish the light like tonight on it. Even if the snow blocked every road, there are still people into the distance. We were meant to lost, countless day and night, I only request leave me a quiet morning. Crumpled handkerchief, spread on the wet bench, you opened the blue notes, the rain under the mango tree overnight. Write two lines of poetry, you go, I remember to write your footprints on the path by the lake and, without separation and reunion, if can't bear the joy and sorrow, what's the meaning of soul, what is the life also