青春
               是故乡那古老的小巷
                ——
               此刻
               我站在这绿苔青石的巷尾
               神情恍然交错
               
               晚风轻轻卷走了
               手中的小纸条
               
               亭渐小
               舟渐远
               东西两模糊
               眼惆怅
               心惆怅
               悸痛的爱
               在你写的那字条儿上
               
               飘飘摇摇
               落向何处