晨晓的炊烟如此朦胧，
                                              但依晰有那踏梦者的音容。
                                              踟蹰跌宕，
                                             几分夹杂着迷茫的彷徨；

                                              凋零的落叶如此悲怆，
                                              但筑梦的脚步依然铿锵。
                                              心比天高，
                                              或还有几分傲慢的心凉。

                                               即使落泪，
                                               即使受伤，
                                               却依然在踏梦的路上。