执着
                                                                                       聂绪良
                                                                    头顶上不知飘过     多少洁白的云彩
                                                                    身边不知吹过     多少温馨的风
                                                                    云也留不住    风也留不住
                                                                    留住的    却是那挥之不去的尘埃
 
 
 
                                                                     流水不知带走了多少憧憬
                                                                     风雨不知打碎了多少美妙的梦
                                                                     憧憬不依旧    美梦不依旧
                                                                     依旧的     只是那不懈的追求
 
 
                                                                                                                                                                                         草稿约写于一九五年
                                                                                                                                                                                             二零一六年七月三十一日
           
           
           









 
 

 
           