春风拂动
                           带来秋天的寂寥
                           在树叶葱茏时
                           洒下的斑驳光影
                           不只会消逝于指尖
                           还会流转于你的心田
                           在心田筑起一道大坝
                           也让泪水不需要灯塔
                           仍然能抵达
                           模糊的眼纱

                            不过
                            也许你的心中
                            能进驻一只候鸟
                            让它穿过葱茏繁茂的枝叶
                            在林梢，在琼楼
                            在美丽的
                            蓬莱山巅，尽情嘶鸣
                            让决堤，
                            只成为一种浪漫；
                            让泪水，
                            不再淹没灵魂。