错时的秋

                                终于有了一点秋的韵味

                                   却是在这春天即将到来的季节

                                   遍地落叶

                                   安静的躺着

                                   这清黄的落叶

                                   如死一般的沉静

                                   即便一阵微风吹过

                                   也掠不起一丝波澜

                                   行人无声的走过

                                   天空撒下稀落的小雨

                                   空气在瞬间凝固

                                   思想也僵硬的无法动弹

                                   这时树上仅存的残叶

                                   开始低沉的吟唱

                                   仿佛是一场肃清的葬礼

                                   葬送的便是着莫名的哀伤