青春

 

                                            青春

 

                               所有的  结局  都已写好 
                   

                               所有的 泪水 也都已启程

                              

                               却忽然忘了   是怎么样的    一个开始

                              

                               在那个古老的   不再回来的   夏日

                              

                               无论   我如何的去   追索

                              

                               年轻的   你   只如   云影掠过

                              

                               而你   微笑的面容   极浅   极淡

                              

                               逐渐   隐没在日落后的   群岚

                              

                               逐翻开   那发黄的   扉页

                              

                         命运   将它装订的   极为拙劣

                              

                               含着泪   我   一读再读

                              

                               却不得不   承认

                              

                              

                              

                               青春

                              

                               是   一本太   仓促   的书

 

                                                                      ——  席慕容