你是否还会想念现在的我?

2012-09-08 21:54:26|  分类： 秋玲作品

又是一个春天的来临,

                                                             我几乎没有感到那个冬天的漫长.

                                                             竟然不知道为什么,

                                                             这个春是如此的冷,

                                                             光低着头无语,

                                                             暖垂下了眼皮.

 

                                                             先前欢叫的鸟儿消失了,

                                                             只有树木在悄悄发芽.

                                                             风沁入人的心脾,

                                                             就是不见温柔的雨.

                                                             我沉默在时下,

                                                             又想起久远的你.....

 

                                                              那个温柔善良,

                                                              气质轩昂的你!

                                                              过去了多年,

                                                              我应该把你忘掉,

                                                              忘掉会是快乐的,

                                                              我坚信!

                                                              只是在我心里,

                                                              灵魂的深处,

                                                              你在不断复活........

 

                                                              艰难的回忆,

                                                              不知道是幸还是不幸?

                                                              梦是霏雨,

                                                              意念不能主宰一切.

                                                              回归现实,

                                                              人生如梦,

                                                              情非得已,

                                                              缱绻一生,

                                                              又为何?