人
                                                                  聂绪良
                                                  人      总认为过去的美好
                                                  也许    过去的永远不再回来
                                                       就是她的美丽所在
 
 
                                                   人    拥有的往往不去珍惜
                                                   捕捉的   却总是虚无瞟渺的未来
                                                  人    丑陋的不予理睬
                                                  美丽的   却总想私自占有
                                                  结果    美丽的成了悲剧
 
 
                                                                                                                                                                                        草稿约写于   一九九四年
                                                                                                                                                                                        二零一六年七月二十九日
           
           
           









 
 

 
           