闲暇，抱着吉他，想写段情话，
                           可写啥？想着、想着 ，自己哭啦，
                           漂亮的本子，不敢轻易在上面画，
                           拿起钢笔的手又轻轻放下。
                           
                           写个祝福吧，
                           送给妻子，送给我们的娃娃。
                           情话，有点肉麻，
                           哈哈... ...
                           
                           想对老婆说：
                           恋爱的日子就像放假，
                           还回味着当初的话，
                           我们结婚吧！
                           把碗放下，
                           我们笑啦。
                           
                           亲亲宝贝，
                           明年这会儿，
                           你应该会喊爸爸、妈妈，
                           想摸摸你Q弹的脸蛋。
                           想你的眉毛弯弯。

                           北方季节里，
                           明儿，便是腊八 ，
                           天空总该飘点雪花，
                           可窗外，
                           窸窸窣窣， 
                          小雨对着大地，
                           洒下一段情话，
                          
                           爱情，似那细细的沙，
                           细腻顺滑。
                           双手捧着才是办法。
                           
                           苍穹下，
                           生活像沙画，
                           找了点闲暇，
                           写下这段并不浪漫的，
                           浪漫 情话。

                           哭了，笑了，
                           岁月的夹缝里里，
                           自己就是个傻瓜... ...        
                             文/马李斌