傲梅迎雪/文

                                     风

                                     是否早已奠定了预言

                                     为什么冬凄秋寒

                                     风，也在抖颤

                                     夏季的绿荫

                                     感激着你的柔情

                                     春暖的花儿

                                     让你抚慰着心灵

                                     秋冬一个悲戚的字眼

                                     叶落飘零

                                     风，撕裂了整个天空

                                     日落残红

                                     再也寻觅不到

                                     你气傲

                                     清高的踪影

                                     河沟的蛙叫

                                     夏日的蝉鸣

                                     只有在夜梦中

                                     聆听呢哝