学习的烦恼
                     


                     每每翻开教材
                     知识在强迫我接受
                     无论多与少
                     无论对与错
                     无论它将来是否会成为我们人生之路的踏脚石
                     我们都要努力地去学习

                     阴天与飘雨
                     已持续了多少个小时
                     不
                     是持续了多少个时辰
                     午后的阳光
                     依然十分羞涩
                     把我们的额头
                     撒满了昨夜的露珠
                     却不敢站出来承认
      
                     为了他们
                     为了她们
                     还是为了它们
                     或者根本就是为了我们
                     不情愿地让那露珠在额头流动
                     一刻也不停息
                                  
                     谁能告诉我
                     这一切究竟都是为了什么

                     如果
                     我不该说如果
                     所有的一切就是这个样
                     书是真实的
                     知识也是
                     只有我们的生命在被虚无与盲从所侵略
                     假设可能成为现实
                     但不会是现在
             
                     呼喻
                     有人还会呼喻
                     改革
                     有人还能改革
                     到头来不过是
                     把风呼喻成了流动着的空气
                     把冰改革成了固态的水

                     你还活着吗
                     活着就得学习
                     热学习却仅仅是为了活着
                     我想
                     那还不如死了
                     死了就不必在为了活着而学习