这本泛黄的书
                            在案头静静地趟着
                            却似乎听到了
                            有狂风卷起
                            巨浪咆哮
                            在不时地拍打着岸

                            这泛黄的书页
                            散发着
                            文墨的芳香
                            沉淀着
                            古往今来的厚重
                            里面有绝佳的风景
                            任你去漫步
                            也有收获后的田园
                            等你去耕播嫁接
                            再次迎来郁郁葱葱
                            开花结果

                            这泛黄的色泽
                            像一盏油灯
                            照着我
                            走过漆黑的夜
                            跋涉过高山险滩
                            在海洋中逐浪前行
                            即便是
                            岁月布满了漩涡
                            璀璨的灯光
                            却依然涨满风帆