茫茫雪原

                   笔直的松树

                   喊声

                   偶尔震落几朵雪片儿

                   冷冽空气

                   刺眼的阳光

                   鞋子

                   歪斜的趟出童年天堂

                   原木小屋

                   炭火的红光

                              松油

                              飘发着淡淡的梦想

                   一杯清茶

                   半开的书卷

                               思绪

                   伫窗永久的凝望凝望