秋　侧卧林梢

                        风之金发　拂如慵倦的呻吟

                        缤纷于收获季的梦

                        缘着枝桠参差的长睫

                        撩动　千种风情

                        美　或者恐惧

                        都来自这个怀抱——

                        一个令人心旌摇荡的　大神秘

                        不知是否藏过　绿林好汉

                        是否有一扇　阿里巴巴的门开启

                        此时　惟见红衣女子

                        倚在一道目光的尽头  沉思

                        夜　躲在她背后

                        拿不准　诱拐还是强取

                        小路依然　直奔主题

                        想让黄了淡了的心事　把秋林

                        作为宿营地　可带路的蒲公英

                        却　杳无踪迹……