内蒙古赤峰市平庄煤业集团公司古山矿三井党总支

 

                                                                                （一） 

                                                                         心底细碎的残雪
                                                                   又一次在暖阳的感动中
                                                                              流下泪水

                                                                        一些干枯的寒冷 
                                                                              渐渐消褪
                                                                   在似乎触手可及的昨天

                                                                                 此时
                                                                             蔼暖的风
                                                                  已穿过秦淮大地的苍茫
                                                                  从太平洋那浩淼的海面
                                                                         驮着鲜花和温情
                                                                            柔情万种的
                                                                  款款走进北方的千门万户

                                                                                 （二）

                                                                  推开那扇尘封已久的窗子
                                                                        一个崭新的世界
                                                                     清清爽爽的站在眼前 

                                                                        植物那褐色的根
                                                                一如我的不屈而坚韧的诗歌
                                                                          穿透坚实的胸
                                                                        在宽阔的土壤里
                                                                             潜滋暗长

                                                                               （三）
                                                                我已记不清那些寒冷的日子
                                                                             呼啸的风
                                                                     怎样用刀分割脸庞 

                                                               我农人一样裹着厚实的棉袄
                                                                站在凛凛风中梆硬的田埂上
                                                                                等待 
                                                                       燕尾剪出的时光

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