十字路口
                                                                                                                张太阳
                                                                                     人生百年何其长，
                                                                                    万千抉择惹人烦。
                                                                                    当你面临一个个十字路口，
                                                                                    这是必经的。
                                                                                    往做是前途，
                                                                                    往右是梦想。

                                                                                   尚懵懂的你，
                                                                                   在襁褓时面前就是
                                                                                  一条枯燥的平坦大道。
                                                                                  无味的路途你走过，
                                                                                  从未为自己走过。
                                                                                 你开始长得更高，
                                                                                 目光越过大道旁的灌木丛，
                                                                                 那是你从未见过的禁果。
            
                                                                                 向往这条路外，
                                                                                 因他的呵斥，她的希冀，
                                                                                 抉择开始胶着。
                                                                                 抵过了她的诱惑，
                                                                                请你向左。

                                                                                有少部分人抵不过，
                                                                                当来到十字路口毅然向右。
                                                                                右方的路，
                                                                                杂草不给这条小路颜面，
                                                                                不断挤压着它。
                                                                                但仍有一条清晰的小径，
                                                                                隐约刻在这大地上。
                                                                                蜿蜒盘旋在人山人海的远处。
                                                                                破旧的鞋割出了许多洞，
                                                                                脚趾深深抠进泥泞里，
                                                                                每一次比一次深，
                                                                                仿佛下一次就要陷进去。

                                                                                野花发散幽香，
                                                                                终临山顶俯瞰。
                                                                               大陆一成不变的坦荡，
                                                                               大多人的一生都在这路上。
                                                                               小径通幽，层层凶险。
                                                                               比起大路，
                                                                              小径上的人脸上带着血，
                                                                              但也挂着笑颜。
  
                                                                              总有人在坚持他人不屑一顾的路，
                                                                              他们的不同，
                                                                              在那个十字路口就已经注定了。