无数条褐色低垂，
                                                                          很难使人联想到春天时盎然的绿意。
                                                                          在广袤的苍白之下，
                                                                          干涸的，已被黄土和枯树染黄的残湖，
                                                                          此刻展现出本不该属于他的渺小与寂寞，
                                                                          远处的歌声和笑声，
                                                                          也根本激不起一丝波澜。
                                                                          浅滩上光滑的石子早已无人问津，
                                                                          第一次睁眼便忍不住哀怨：
                                                                          这里甚至没有鸟声。
                                                                          我走向安静的湖心，
                                                                          略带同情地向其看去，
                                                                          看到了荒芜与绝望，
                                                                          和一位残破的陌生人。