一场春雨，

                                                    沉睡的，是死寂；

                                                    一声惊雷，

                                                    唤醒的，是生机。

                                                    削骨的严寒，

                                                    锤炼着激情与活力，

                                                    迈着坚定的步伐，

                                                    铿锵奋起，

                                                    朝下一个明晰的希望挺进。

                                                    须臾一载，

                                                    遗忘的，是疲惫的残躯；

                                                    鲜活的，是不死的灵气，

                                                    只待冬去春来，

                                                    彰显生命的磅礴足迹。

                                                    一次变法，

                                                    破除的，是颓败的体制；

                                                    一场革新，

                                                    激励的，是昂扬的战心。

                                                    朝堂上，

                                                    唇枪舌剑智逼权贵；

                                                    战场上，

                                                    出谋划策所向披靡；

                                                    抨击着顽固与腐朽，

                                                    开创了崭新的虎狼之军。

                                                    那四分五裂的英魂，

                                                    惨烈又悲情，

                                                    震醒了迷茫的勇者之心，

                                                    手持强兵利器，

                                                    心怀家国天下，

                                                    横扫千军。

                                                    天下归一，

                                                    四海升平，

                                                    终成其千古豪情。

                                                    一支笔，

                                                    镌刻的，是社会的罪恶；

                                                    一颗心，

                                                    装满的，是火热的衷肠。

                                                    那精干的身板下，

                                                    有着最严峻的文字，

                                                    正深刻又冷峻地控诉着国民的伪善与愚昧。

                                                    交会的星点神思在这里豁然，

                                                    殊途却同归。

                                                    可那已沉寂千年的万千灵魂，

                                                    虚伪肮脏，

                                                    飘荡徘徊，

                                                    徒留身躯健全，

                                                    腐烂的人格被侵食殆尽，

                                                    反复咀嚼。

                                                    麻木！扭曲！

                                                    拍手称快的人们啊，

                                                    何时能听到那缥缈却环绕的钟声呵！

                                                    （作者系2015级汉语言文学专业学生）