竹篮打水 

竹篮子                                     
提了满满的泪水                                 
水光涟滟                                    
映出你的影子                                  
于是                                      
我满心欢喜

花 
                                        
公园里的花                                   
开得嫣红紫姹                                  
摘了一朵                                    
听它和风说话                                  
姐姐说:                                     
"别摘,别摘,                                   
公园里的花是给大家看的"                             
我一言不发,吃了它                                
于是,我变成一朵花                                
                                        
走着走着走着                                  
他说:                                      
走吧 走吧                                    
没有人要你的牵挂                                
走吧 走吧                                    
累了就没有牵挂                                 
                                        
我走着                                     
我累了                                     
于是 我变成一朵花                               
在枝头了无牵挂的等他                              
          
爱情

爱情是人想出来的
你觉得有就有
你觉得没有就没有

颜色 
红黑白，我喜欢的颜色。很“正”的颜色。                   
正，就是毫不妥协，不留余地的美。暖，就暖的炽热；              
冷，就冷到刺骨；纯，纯得让人心碎。                       
极致。 

黑 

阳光下的高尚                                  
月光下的誓言                                  
你更愿意相信谁？                                
                                        
爱恨可以忘却                                  
笑容弥足珍贵                                  
你看谁犯了不可饶恕的罪？                            
                                        
完美  不完美                                  
一样在时间里破碎                                
有所谓  没所谓                                 
到最后殊途同归                                 
                                        
从此不怕——                                  
    暗夜的黑

红
                                        
是鲜血的颜色                                  
却无法将双眼刺痛                                
是烈焰在闪烁                                  
却无法点燃心中的悸动                              
                                        
外表是惊世骇俗的艳                               
灵魂是万籁俱寂的空                               
可以在心里冷嘲热讽                               
至少看起来天衣无缝                               
                                        
于是——                                    
  对着镜子                                  
  再抹上一道残红 
白
                                        
花儿盛开                                    
我偏要将她采摘                                 
记住她怒放的姿态                                
再闭着眼将她掩埋                                
                                        
不是不愿                                    
让她枝头自在                                  
只是不想                                    
亲眼看她衰败                                  
                                        
因为明白                                    
老天不会如此慷慨                                
太过纯粹的东西                                 
容易青春不再                                  
                                        
一如——                                    
  沾上污点的素白