黄昏的风
                                           摇起树梢
                                           向夕阳做最后的告别
                                           只把些许凉爽的黛色梦境
                                           挂在枝头
                                           太阳没有丝毫倦意地离去
                                           白杨的梦
                                           从西山开始
                                           一夜明亮的遐思
                                           来自对太阳的留恋
                                           在这里
                                           黑夜不再裹满惆怅
                                           让流动的色素线
                                           在梦间串行
                                           牵出一队飞雁
                                           向着梦的深处滑翔
                                           也许在夜色中
                                           在白杨下停留
                                           欣赏梦的尾声