冬雪冷月，

                                我是一粒种子，

                                盼寒门生花，

                                绿缀春秋。

                                几多少年狂野，

                                已人昏事旧，

                                记忆埋入心海，

                                在浪花上生芽发叶，

                                开一朵青春的问候。

                                重温春梦无痕，

                                我穿越漆黑的浮云，

                                慢慢地向黎明靠近，

                                随风飘游。

                                天空无际，

                                星光熠熠，

                                鸟瞰长河如梭，

                                过客如雨，

                                黑暗无尽头。

                                候鸟迁徙，

                                频频回首。

                                博弈人生，

                                我投掷出去的骰子，

                                没有赌回一个满意的答案。

                                狂热的理想

                                让我输光半生的追求。

                                前景只是梦幻，

                                不知是囚

                                当然也找不到出口。

                                十年劫难，

                                习惯了谎言当誓言，

                                上山下乡，

                                造就了贫瘠的胸腹要怀着全球。

                                返城做工，

                                认准此生就是一块燃烧的煤炭，

                                再入课堂，

                                也没悟出书中所藏的真实与谎谬。

                                一场民族的悲剧，

                                随风，

                                从左到右。

                                我不想说

                                自己是那个时代扭曲的的产物，

                                现实中的阿Q。

                                但我知道，

                                我是那个时代的次品，

                                身轻命贱，

                                自生自灭。

                                正品高贵者，

                                已脑满肥肠，

                                权威天下，

                                赐爵封侯。

                                一种生命，

                                要为先解放他人而活着，

                                未来与希望仍还在动摇中坚守。

                                一种生命

                                要为先解放自己而活着，

                                现实与远景却早已不是什么奢求。

                                风来云自散，

                                堤决水自流。

                                一条休戚与共的大船

                                已被历史的眼泪浸透。

                                一纸水墨，

                                迷雾中的孤帆远影，

                                秋风吹过时代的潮流，

                                高潮迭起在梦醒之前，

                                退去在梦醒之后。