品味孤独
                                     文/姜诗华
 
                          我站在冬天的原野被风吹过
                          思绪如水
                          流淌在时光的小河    
                          俯拾一棵被践踏过的小草
                          凝眸它生命的颜色
                          我问它是否孤独     
                          它摇摇头，说     
                          春天，我的身边还有花朵
 
                          我站在冰封的岸边看雪花飘落
                          记忆如风          
                          吹过我的四肢进入血液     
                          捡起岸边的一个贝壳    
                          想起它经历的潮起潮落  
                          我问它是否孤独       
                          它摇摇头，说     
                          春天，我还要听鱼儿唱歌     
 
                          我放下手中的笔在窗前思索  
                          孤独是否只是一种感觉   
                          只是孤独如冰
                          生活如火