zhangshao

                                       推開了門就是冬天
                                       霧在路邊凝聚成霜
                                       霜在山頭凝聚成雪
                                       那飄飄渺渺的白哦
                                       便是渴望的風景
 
                                       在沒有雪的冬季
                                       心卻結滿了冰花
                                       無力的陽光
                                       漂白了循環的苦澀
                                       沒有足跡的旅程
                                       委屈了一路風景
 
                                       落日關閉了門扉
                                       攪亂了炊煙
                                       最后的晚霞
                                       已灰飛煙滅
                                       野外的篝火
                                       點燃了童年的溫暖
 
                                       站在夜幕的中央
                                       仰視著凌亂的星空
                                       聆聽著故鄉的心跳
                                       母親的身影
                                       在窗前一針一線的穿梭
                                       烙印在無雪的冬季
 
                                       聽到了
                                       聽到了
                                       遠方游子的腳步聲
                                       你是誰
                                       誰是你
                                       都散落在這個無雪的冬天