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                                       推开了门就是冬天
                                       雾在路边凝聚成霜
                                       霜在山头凝聚成雪
                                       那飘飘渺渺的白哦
                                       便是渴望的风景
 
                                       在没有雪的冬季
                                       心却结满了冰花
                                       无力的阳光
                                       漂白了循环的苦涩
                                       没有足迹的旅程
                                       委屈了一路风景
 
                                       落日关闭了门扉
                                       搅乱了炊烟
                                       最后的晚霞
                                       已灰飞烟灭
                                       野外的篝火
                                       点燃了童年的温暖
 
                                       站在夜幕的中央
                                       仰视着凌乱的星空
                                       聆听着故乡的心跳
                                       母亲的身影
                                       在窗前一针一线的穿梭
                                       烙印在无雪的冬季
 
                                       听到了
                                       听到了
                                       远方游子的脚步声
                                       你是谁
                                       谁是你
                                       都散落在这个无雪的冬天