魂

                                作者   晓犁

                  在霜雪匆忙掸去葳蕤容光时
                        一支烟将要灼伤残阳
                            此时，只想聆听
                            柳眉低沉的絮语

                        似有清香随炊烟飘过
                      北方雨季的陈年旧事里
                    已然没有了小巷和花雨伞
                        阡陌桑田，心涟静谧