在异乡
                               王晓辉
                      黄昏在晚炊的烟中荡漾
                      小雨悄悄停止
                       黛色山峦越发凝重
                       投出的目光穿不透远方

                       最熟悉的是晚风
                        一缕缕一阵阵
                        可是我门前树上那一群

                        一路匆匆奔来
                        抹一层淡淡的色彩
                        抚摸我的心灵
                        抚摸我的寂寞和孤独