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                                                  求真的微笑
                                          不想
                                      在无尽头的胡同里，
                                          再挖出条地道。
                                          不想
                                      在荒芜的废墟上，
                                         再种植希望。
                                          不想
                                       在破碎的镜子里，
                                         再凝固僵硬的微笑。

                                           既然
                                     过去就让它随风飘。
                                           将它
                                       挂在天边的云彩，
                                             装点
                                         昨夜的星辰。

                                              看看
                                         足下的大地，
                                             依然广袤。

                                        有一条弯曲的小道，
                                            延伸到远方，
                                        也许未知就在前方招摇。