长叶破残风

                  玉尘绵延不息汇成雪海。
                     原本该恨春来的太晚，
                       却念你踏浪而来。
                     自此脚下碾薄的雪，
                     在春芽上盛开冰花，
                        故这沟壑难填，
                         怎陨我野鹤.
                         这雪海漫漫，
                       又怎落你春山.
                     于是我以叶做春，
                          拨落密雪.
                        你以月充灯，
                        在夜里缝春。