文学艺术

                      午夜的电话铃

                    午夜的电话铃

                    丁零零地响个不停

                    回音犹如利剑

                    划破薄如蝉翼的梦境

                    睡眼惺忪地拿起话筒

                    那头良久没有声音

                    最终传来你的哭泣

                    我顿时从迷糊中清醒

                    你说你很后悔

                    不该轻易与我分离

                    阅遍画卷般的风景

                    惟独留恋我这片森林

                    每句话  每滴泪

                    都刺得我鲜血淋漓

                    谁能立刻借我翅膀

                    在泪花与烛光中向她靠近

                    那一年  那一夜

                    长长的大街冷冷清清

                    喷发的火山摧毁了一切

                    我们迅速作出决定

                    真爱往往难得而易失

                    可惜当时我们都还太年轻

                    一个草率的决定

                    断然换来漫长的艰辛

                    我身边总不会寂寞

                    却难以摆脱你的身影

                    拿起香烟或啤酒

                    常会想起那段老感情

                    有一块圣地

                    一旦离开就无法再走进

                    有一片瑶池

                    一旦玷污就无法再纯净

                    内心纵然电闪雷鸣

                    又怎能向你表明

                    看着角落枯萎的百合花

                    我只能默默地倾听

                    放下话筒

                    今夜又失去宁静

                    坐在床沿

                    我只想一个人伤心