足   迹

                     自夏禹挥鞭的传说
                这里的故事就流传很久了
                          高高的山峰
                            峥嵘重叠
            连刚刚探出脸颊的太阳和月亮
                     瞬间就悄然滑落了
                      只有粗犷的山风
                以及那岩鹰盘旋的嘶鸣
               在岁月的臂弯里年复一年
                           
                             有一天
                         从长城内外
                      天府之国······
              走来一串串热辣辣的脚步
            流行“丁字裤”流行“皮夹克”
                         青春的音韵
                踩响了－支支山野的歌
                         炽热的信念
                     使这幽深的峡谷
                   不再是荒凉的苍寒

                             于是
                新生起了一片片触须
              出版了许多神奇的作品
     “千里眼”、“微电脑”、“录音机芯”
                            ······
            跳动着一曲曲时代的主旋律
                  正从这里不停奏响