鼓岭随想

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span><span>我渴</span><br /><span>我的鞋硌脚</span><br /><span>我习惯地说 别</span><br /><span>否则我生气了</span><br /><span>我故作恼怒地回过头</span><br /><span>咦，你在哪里呢</span><br /><span>圆月</span><br /><span>像一个明白无误的装饰音</span><br /><span>证明我的</span><span>随想</span><span>曲</span><br /><span>已经走调</span><br /><br /><span>泪水涌出眼眶</span><br /><span>我孤零零地</span><br /><span>站住</span><br /><span>你的视线所无法关切的地方</span><br /><br /><span>峰群似以不可言喻的表情</span><br /><span>提醒我</span><br /><span>远远地，风在山鼓吹号</span><br /><span>呼唤我回到他们中间</span><br /><span>形成一片</span><br /><span>被切割的高原</span><br /><br /><span>我还渴</span><br /><span>我的鞋硌脚</span><br /><span>我仍然不住地</span><br /><span>在心中对你絮絮叨叨</span><br /><span>终于我忍住眼泪说</span><br /><span>亲爱的，别为我牵挂</span><br /><span>我坚持在</span><br /><span>我们共同的跑道上</span></span></p>