你是风， 
                                             戏虐了树叶，
                                             也撩起了发丝。
                                             你是雪， 
                                             安慰了大地， 
                                             也留下了沉重的呼吸。
                                             你是这里的康桥，
                                             没有金色的柳条， 
                                             却更像银妆的少女。
                                             最后， 
                                             你是塞北的初冬。 
                                             亲红了脸颊，
                                             却一点也不羞涩。