把故事写在初秋

                      秋凉了!

                      似乎融化在夏日里的好多心思还没来得收摊?

                      那?

                      带到入冬时封冻吧!

                      每个冬天封冻的,

                      亦如坟头又添长出的荒草！

                           

                                                            久了？

                                                            缺氧缺水，

                                                           自生自灭吧！

                                                           再来年春!!?

                                                                                 

                                                                                  是否有一缕阳光!

                                                                                  开恩的光顾??
                                                                                  或有另外一份生机？

          

                                                                                                               我在里面!!

                                                                                                                笑醒了!

                                                                                                                哭了!

                                                                                                                似乎最想笑的时候?

                                                                                                                就是最想哭的时候?