一把无形的尺子量着自己,

                                             纵然再艺术地夸奖,

                                             也只是淡淡一笑,

                                             慰籍夸奖者的良苦用心.

                                             生命无时不在运动,

                                             人生何处不是险峰?

                                             不奔不波,就不是生活,

                                             内心早已诠释得很明了.

                                             无论是否喜欢,

                                             倦了累了就归去吧,

                                             终点又是起点,

                                             只有到生命终止的那一刻.

                                             安然地放弃,

                                             浩月当空-----

                                             照破了难言的伤痛,

                                             辉映着喜悦的收获.