听钟
 
 
 
            余晖里  归家
 
              的雁行 
 
            仿佛凝在了天上
 
            着麻衣的老僧
 
              垂头
 
              数珠
 
              默祷
 
 
 
           某一生里 曾侧耳
 
             的你  又泪下
 
                沾裳
 
             而  风起处
 
                虫吟
 
                泉唱
 
             除了  那些
 
           相逢不识  却
 
           又熟悉的  脸庞
 
              一切都是
 
               还都是
 
 
 
               旧模样