春风，能把冰雪幻化成柳烟，
                                                                                   网络，能把两颗遥远的心相连。
                                                                                   你虽然远处巴楚大地，
                                                                                   但思你念你的心，一刻也不曾停闲。
                                                                                   想  去见你，又担心山长水远；
                                                                                   你也想来见我，又担心月缺不再圆。
                                                                                   电话、微信总有诉不完的相思，
                                                                                   还有缠缠绵绵的倾心长谈。
                                                                                   世俗总有世俗的约束，
                                                                                   红尘总有红尘的羁绊。
                                                                                   尽管我思你念你的心，已千疮百孔，
                                                                                   还是任由雨打芭蕉，泪湿栏杆。
                                                                                   海棠树下没有誓约，
                                                                                   莺声燕语却在呼唤。
                                                                                   清荷池畔没有牵手、慢步，
                                                                                   洒洒夏雨却在留恋。
                                                                                   漫山的红叶，寻不到我的题诗，
                                                                                   我请北雁捎去了问候，带去了祝安  ！
                                                                                   冰封大地，封不住相互的思念，
                                                                                   屏幕虽小，爱的旅途却宽。
                                                                                   何须红娘？也没有黄叶地，碧云天，
                                                                                   你我就在屏幕上相互饯行，
                                                                                   举杯把盏，企盼花好月圆。
                                                                                    一醉方休，管什么酒醒何处？
                                                                                   何处都是败柳残烟！
                                                                                   哪来的花好月圆？
                                                                                   只有烦！只有烦！只有烦！