大地似沉沉睡去，                                                           
   一弯新月斜挂在静悄悄的树林上。                              
  只有秋虫在黑沉沉的草丛中吟唱，                               
  倾诉着岁月的寂寥和怅惘。                                          
  起风了，带着微微寒意，                                             
  多少残梦化作这满天星光。                                          
  我坐在公园小道旁，凝望着苍茫的远方，