六月
                                                                                              聂绪良
                                                                              六月     石榴花开得好红
                                                                                    都张开了口
                                                                              我想起了      少女那迷人的嘴唇
                                                                              洁白的云儿   在高高的蓝天上
                                                                                          自由的飞翔
                                                                               就像父亲放牧的羊群
 
 
                                                                               太阳毫不吝啬        仍喷射着毒毒的火
                                                                               风      还是一阵阵地吹来
                                                                               麦子    却没有了
                                                                               又一种植物      在广袤的大地上
                                                                                              茂盛地生长着
                                                                               成为天地间     最动人的风景
                                                                                                           二零一六年六月
           
           
           









 
 

 
           