<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;一个瘦骨嶙峋的诗人 <br>&nbsp;同浩浩荡荡的湖 <br>&nbsp;一同守望着癛冽寒冬的夜晚 <br>&nbsp;直到每一个烟雾弥漫的晨曦 <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;一脸憔悴的诗人 <br>&nbsp;疲惫地身躯倦曲着 <br>&nbsp;如身边那株苍老的柳树 <br>&nbsp;都低垂着沉重的头颅 <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;寒风呼啸的夜晚 <br>&nbsp;湖悄无声息地升腾起 <br>&nbsp;有茸茸羽毛的淡兰的雾 <br>&nbsp;温暖地裹着诗人 <br>&nbsp;雾夜里诗人总是不停的回忆 <br>&nbsp;那生命长河里无数的故事 <br>&nbsp;这时清莹的洞庭湖里 <br>&nbsp;就反射出千万点 <br>&nbsp;遥远而迷朦的星光 <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;星星点点的渔火在远处闪烁 <br>&nbsp;诗人如同一只被渔舟抛掉的锚 <br>&nbsp;落寞而又孤独地呆在湖岸 <br>&nbsp;草丛里有蟋蟀们竭力的鸣叫 <br>&nbsp;几片悠然而来的渔帆 <br>&nbsp;带来丝丝温馨浪漫的回忆 <br>&nbsp;诗人迷惘的眼瞳里 <br>&nbsp;竟有一缕浅月悄然而落 <br>&nbsp;在宁静的湖面上 <br>&nbsp;淡淡的发散 <br>&nbsp;淡淡的飘流 <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;