《春生》

                                                           翠绿的希望，
                                                           黑暗中三季寂寞的小驻，
                                                           破地而生，划出生命的炫丽与高贵。
                                                           北方的风，一改昔日的粗狂，
                                                           化绕指的温柔，
                                                           褪却一地的枯萎，捧出一片绿色，
                                                           鲜亮娇媚的阳光里，
                                                           春的真实，已不在笔尖，却在眼前。

                                                              《夏染》

 

                                                           路过黎明，
                                                           惦着光热的起点，
                                                           铺开一季的朝霞。
                                                           蹿动的热情活跃于四方格似的原野，
                                                           月下清润的泉水婉约甜美， 
                                                           田间生灵的汇唱幻化成心灵之古琴乐，
                                                           跳动的音符撩拨我蒙尘已久的热烈，
                                                           熏染着这炙热烦躁的城市层层弥漫，
                                                           像沉寂中的摆钟，优雅的向外漾开，
                                                           浪漫而又惆怅。

                                                               《秋殇》

                                                           人闲桂花尽飘零，谁语浮华云；
                                                           细雾廉纤，潜入心田，怎把篱落秋风怨？
                                                           百枝消瘦已婆娑，铺纸握笔搁；
                                                           涂诗衔秋，晓寒清幽，满眸已是许多愁。

                                                           今宵犹有晓寒月，在目依皓雪；
                                                           寂寥悲秋，引诗暮鸠，木叶袅袅却难留。
                                                           凄恐雁走泪洒尽，相逢隔日惊；
                                                           忆秋已逝，转冬已临，开轩纳履盼碧晴。

                                                               《冬韵》

 

                                                           叶已去，枝头伤，
                                                           怎怨枯木不感伤？
                                                           风已起，雪未降，
                                                           料峭寒意已入肠；
                                                           太匆忙，烈酒香，
                                                           尘封蕴藏几十载，
                                                           举杯共赏话朝阳。

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