冷冽的冬

                                       卷缩而萧条

                                       觅食的雀儿青衣变白衣

                                       趁着

                                       黄昏 薄暮 黎明

                                       无可寄托之际

                                       去向那

                                       冰雪粗犷的苍茫郊外

                                       一手持刀一手持戟

                                       奋力的砸向那

                                       生硬的黄土地

                                       刀光戟影中

                                       越来越佝偻的背

                                       汩汩流出的

                                       身后的丝路

                                       耀眼的红渐成了

                                       一颗颗的绿

                                       点点行行

                                        快

                                        听  那柳条微动了

                                        看  那雀儿欢鸣了
                             

                                       或是怡情

                                       那动人的韵律

                                       涅槃后的重生

                                       只对着花儿

                                       深情

                                       绽放