★张盟
                                                                          手捧着一抔来自
                                                                          故乡的黄土
                                                                          仰望那一弯
                                                                          岁月不老的月亮
                                                                          冷冷的月纱
                                                                         悄悄地披在游人的肩头
                                                                         遥举一杯流年沉淀的黄酒
                                                                          回想那一座
                                                                          灯火通明的小镇
                                                                          酒香化作氤氲的轻雾
                                                                           染了那层青杉
                                                                           湿了那片乡愁 
                                                                   (作者系人文院2015级学生)