在《父子皇帝》 上市之际，谨以此诗献给敬爱的寒雨老师，为书写奋斗终生的人。     

                                    一支笔

                                 一支笔

                                 他的

                                 站在上衣的口袋

                                 已很久

                                 江南与江北

                                 夜晚

                                 那船舱里的少年

                                 赶路的风  渔灯

                                 荒山脚下的帐篷

                                 袅袅的炊烟

                                 犟生的自然

                                 西窗溅进了雨花儿

                                 尝尝

                                 墨的味道

                                 汤沟是条沟吗

                                 不是

                                 那是个产圣贤的地方

                                 像大唐

                                 杜牧  李白

                                 父子皇帝

                                 几百万的字啊

                                 不说                          

                                 手里的茧              

                                 一支笔

                                 他的

                                 站在上衣的口袋

                                 就像那个名字

                                 很久很久