这天的某一时刻,日常工作生活没有异样,但一阵波澜却突起在他灵魂深处。海,各种季节、颜色、形态的海;帆,动能,爱情,灵魂和一些零零碎碎的词句,各种故事、片段、影像、声音,随着波澜漂涌而来,如落花飞雪,云来雾去,叠加交错。他的头脑迅速升温,血流加快,一时理不清头绪,也不想理出头绪,只在其中像看戏的孩子,沉迷了。这种状态时常发生。稍有闲暇,他极易滑入这样的状态中。这状态似梦,但却与睡眠无关,是幻。这幻持续不长时间,他的诗心就站出来了,悄悄告诉他:不要沉迷了,这是作诗的好材料。于是,他的理智撒开了网,网住了波澜带来的一切,像一网打尽各色飞禽走兽,凝神审视。他打开电脑,反复甄选、斟酌词句,终于凝炼成这样的诗: At some point of the day, there was no difference in his daily work and life, but a sudden burst of waves burst into the depths of his soul. The sea, sea of ​​all seasons, colors and shapes; the sails, kinetic energy, love, soul and some splinter phrases, all kinds of stories, fragments, videos and voices; Cloud to the fog, superimposed staggered. He quickly warming his mind, blood flow accelerated, the moment clumsy clues, do not want to tell the clue, only in which children like the theater, addicted. This state of affairs often occurs. A little leisure, he easily slip into such a state. This state like a dream, but nothing to do with sleep, is magic. This magic continued for a long time, his poetry to stand up and quietly told him: do not indulge, this is a good material for poetry. So, his reason spread out the net, the network live in waves brought everything, like a net to draw all kinds of animals and birds, dared to look. He opened the computer, repeatedly selected, as appropriate words, finally condensed into such a poem: