【原】山间小径

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                         城市的喧闹，
                                                                         闹不过鸟唱蝉鸣。
                                                                         阳光把小径，
                                                                         分成今天和昨天，
                                                                         今天乍走过，
                                                                         清晰的没了激情。，
                                                                          昨天却散落在
                                                                          那段长长的浓荫中，
                                                                          显得诗意朦胧。
                                                                          在那小径的尽头，
                                                                          一泓落寞里，
                                                                          仿佛遗忘着一段旧情。
                                                                           他真的  会，
                                                                           等待那里么？
                                                                           脚步踏过石板，
                                                                           寂然无声……