The coffee mug tipped over
And the versified lines of poetry flipped over
With a slam on the break
At the intersection of traffic light
Having hit the road again
I was never able to recompose that verse
I’ve even forgotten the rhyme at the beginning
And I couldn’t turn my head back because of the traffic flow
A riddle without the answer
A dream that can’t be recalled
A case locked with treasures
But who got the key lost
It must be still at the intersection
Or maybe the wind would blow it away?
Or perhaps you’ve picked it up
So please return it to me, and don’t leave me worried作者: seeyourlight 时间: 2006-4-26 08:24
引用:
Originally posted by 白荒地 at 2006-4-25 12:13 PM:
这首诗韵押得不错，琅琅上口，古人马上赋诗，“光”车上构思， 佩服佩服
