越来越发现----

                                        自己稚幼的像个童人

                                        语言肤浅

                                        时有任性

                                        还经常自艾在困惑的梦中

                                        和着阳光微笑

                                        对着月光数着天上的星星

                                        凌厉的疾风来了

                                        悲泣的去寻找母亲的臂弯

                                        海浪的潮涌啸声

                                        也让自己触摸心灵的跳动

                                        黄蜂炸窝了

                                        却无力的伫立不动

                                        任凭毒嘴蛰伤

                                        柔弱的泪水倾洒黄河岸上

                                        也不去坚韧的反抗

                                        越来越发现----

                                        自己稚幼的像个童人