鹿鸣

                                                              《八月三日》 
                                                                               ——左手                  
                                                                   人说
                                                                  三月八日是吉日
                                                                    那天
                                                                  全世界的女人都会欢乐
                                                                   因而
                                                                  有人职责你虚假
                                                                  质问你为何
                                                                  那般刺眼
                                                                 于是
                                                                你一个人静静的走开了

                                                                那天
                                                                 你一个人走在那条荒迹的小路上
                                                                阳光洒在你白皙的小脸上
                                                                让路过的我久久停留
                                                                 直觉告诉我
                                                               你是一个善良的女孩
                                                               忽然有段奇怪的记忆闪过
                                                                 让我明白你是流落人间的天使
                                                                匆匆的我跑了过去
                                                                 可是
                                                                 已经晚了
                                                                只留下一个远去的模糊背影
                                                                 拼命的哭喊
                                                                 林中的鸟儿四散飞去
                                                                 呆呆的坐着
                                                                 有个声音告诉我
                                                                   你会回来的

                                                                  很久后的一天
                                                                   一声仙月的轻响
                                                                   让我从梦中惊醒
                                                                   惊奇，呆滞
                                                                  近距离看到了你
                                                                   美丽的八月三日
                                                                不知为什么
                                                                  突然想起那个模糊的背影
                                                                 想起那段奇怪的记忆
                                                                  是否
                                                                  我们前世曾相识
       不开心的时候，写一些能让自己开心的话。其实，我明白，这仅是自欺欺人罢了，可是，还是想写。或许，自己真的是有些可悲、可怜、可叹，外加一点可恨。我明白，自己现在要已学业为重，而你更是这样，所以，我只是写写、说说，不会给你带来一点的影响。假如哪天，自己一不小心说漏了嘴，我会澄清、会解释、会认错
  
       后记：一年后的今天，自己终于明白什么是友谊，什么是喜欢，什么又是爱情，现在想来当初的自己真是单纯。一年的时间，变了很多，都有些忘了那个自己，迷失在这匆匆的人生路上，来不及回忆，来不及思念，也来不及珍藏那些美丽。过去了。人都要往前走的，不是吗？