一棵树仰望季节的转身
                                             水，遥遥无期
                                             浓缩为昨夜的露珠
                                             或是夏天最后一枚落地的葡萄
                                             现在，天高云淡里
                                             放不下一只飞鸟的翅膀
                                             只有荒漠无边的胸怀
                                             风一样无语的寂静走动
                                             谁枕着这袭凄凉
                                             把葱茏的记忆一一细数
                                             然后等待来年的春雷
                                             劈开第一片新绿