也许，你不愿再夕阳里慢走。
                                                                                 怕看不到那璀璨的晚霞？
                                                                                 还是担心那迟来的满天星斗？
                                                                                 其实，怕的是昏鸦老树的聒噪；
                                                                                 还有那冷不丁的风潇雨骤。
                                                                                 也许，你不愿在暮晖里停留。
                                                                                 怕那失意踌躇的落日，
                                                                                 还是怕与你说“再见” 的招手？
                                                                                 并不担心，晚餐时的那壶老酒。
                                                                                 苍桑，让你变得不再昂首，
                                                                                 佝偻了身躯，也佝偻了头。
                                                                                 唉，佝偻了头！
                                                                                 也许，夕阳里少了激情。
                                                                                 少了琴瑟和鸣的伴奏。
                                                                                 反而多了握手，多了问候。
                                                                                 然而，握手后的寂寞笼罩心头；
                                                                                 问候后的凄凉怅然如秋。
                                                                                 也许，华美乐章的前奏，有人拍手；
                                                                                 落莫寂寥的曲终人散，谁还谢酬？
                                                                                 一番番春夏秋冬，
                                                                                 一次次险滩激流。
                                                                                 总算到了，终归要到的风雨之后。
                                                                                 这是人生的重要隘口；
                                                                                 也是人生的最后一个码头。