起于想象，还是想象
作者：曾经楼兰
依旧广阔，舒缓
水边芦苇，由黄渐青
孤舟，淡烟
远山如黛，衔着朝阳
想象一幢木屋
假设一只黄犬
屋前有澔淼水域
院后是群山绵延
看菜蔬一亩，守陈酿半坛
一二斤鱼肉，三五知己来往
周一撒网，周六上山
读《瓦尔登湖》，闻兰花清香
走近乡村，景色在晨雾中如烟似云地飘舞在眼前，使自己如置梦幻般迷茫，轻轻闭上有些朦胧的双眼，不敢相信这是真实，脑海中闪出楼兰写过的那首诗，但这不是想象。
想象的生活如诗中一般：守一幢老屋，房前有澔淼水域，院后是群山绵延，周一撒网，周六上山。不用走进诗中，这里已是现实。
再回味楼兰的诗，真的很美，可惜他久无诗意了。
这是哪的乡间啊，春天的早晨，原来可以那么美。
咳咳～楼兰其实是风水先生！
A farm boy accidentally overturned his wagonload of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the boy, "Hey Willis, forget your troubles. Come in and visit with us. I’ll help you get the wagon up later."
"That’s mighty nice of you," Willis answered, "but I don’t think Pa would like me to."
"Aw come on boy," the farmer insisted.
"Well okay," the boy finally agreed, and added, "but Pa won’t like it."
After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset."
"Don’t be foolish!" the neighbor said with a smile. "By the way, where is he?"
"Under the wagon."