ξ℃

                                                                    我有悲伤给别人

                                                                    但不愿
                                                                    为自己忧愁
                                                                    我没有使自己

                                                                    适合于这时代
                                                                    也没有美丽的自辟的   家园
                                                                    就只好永远      奢望

                                                                    为期盼而生
                                                                    在期盼里死去   终于

                                                                    承认了不明白

                                                                    生活   接受了它又虚耗掉
                                                                    只是   物质的工具  

                                                                    长路上的   一颗尘
                                                                    所以拼命摆脱   那阴影
                                                                    而他们因此   讽笑我
                                                                    这就选择了   沉默

                                                                    喧杂的   沉默

                                                                    用谎笑骗自己

                                                                    卷浮在庸俗   生活的涡流里
                                                                    而渐渐   我就说
                                                                    我是个   庸俗主义者

                                                                    无心忧伤。

                                                                                                                    ——董旭洋