擎灯潜行

                                    浅蓝色的光焰淡淡的现出光亮，
                             映射出的光柱停留在前方凉亭的砂檐上。
                                            烛光活跃的跳动，
                                           悄悄的照亮前行的路。
                                                   静坐亭下石凳
                                         一层层掀开崭白的手帕，
                                                   翻开做工精湛的封皮，
                                                   在蜡烛的陪伴下
                                              看着一个个跳动的字，
                                      淡淡的，蓝蓝的，闪亮亮的，
                            静谧恬静的的月光伴随淡蓝跳动的烛光相互交错。。。
                                                   书是文字的家园，
                               它们有秩序的坐落在书中的每个角落。
                                              借着光影悄然走进书中，
                                                   去每个文字家串门。
                                       虽然没有策马奔腾那般洒脱，
                                      虽然不如迎风狂奔那样畅快淋漓，
                                        虽然。。。
                                       漆黑的路上不再害怕，
                                              狂暴的雷鸣不再战栗，
                                         寂静的夜里不再蒙头
                                                   。。。。。。
                       用心谛听每个字的倾诉，被墨迹印染熏陶。
                                      黑夜给了我黑色的眼睛，
                           要用足够多的能见区间看清前行的路。
                                                   行程中有书为伴：
                                                             时而心动，
                                                              时而欣喜，
                                                             时而痴迷，
                                                              时而渴盼
                                                         。。。。。。
                                                                 擎灯潜行，
                                                         即使前方黑暗，
                                                               有书为伴，
                                                             风景无限。