星期四, 八月 05, 2010

看了放牛班的春天

2007/10/02 下午 10:20
                                                                 一次次的尝试                               
                                                                 一次次的努力                                          
                                                                 一次次的拼搏                                                                                                              

                                                                 一次次的失望                                                                
                                                                 一次次的失败
                                                                 一次次的困顿                                                           

                                                                    再次爬起来                                                                  
                                                                    再次不放弃                                                                  
                                                                    再次去拼命                                                                                                              

                                                                一个个无辜的生命                                     
                                                                一个个无知的生命                                                                 
                                                                一个个沦陷的生命         
                                                        
                                                                一群追求名利的人                                                              
                                                                一群生性乐观的人                                                             
                                                                一群喜欢学生的人                                                                                                              

                                                  离开了,静静地走了,棺材上的白花             
                                                  远去了,红汽车背影,棕黄色的皮夹
                                                  出门时,窗前的手们,纷飞的纸飞机                                                                                                              

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