《操琴人》

                                         悲凉的胡琴冰冷了月光，      
                                         泉水清寒把悲伤静静地流淌，
                                         孤独的灵魂在黑夜里游荡，
                                         不知该向谁把苦难吟唱，

                                         半生颠沛在江湖里流浪，
                                          一世漂泊把辛酸伴泪水尝，
                                         盲了双目却把世事看的透亮，  
                                         手指间演奏的是泣血的乐章，

                                         贫病饥寒里把残年度，
                                         乱世烽火中历尽了风霜，
                                         一把破琴成了生命的寄托，
                                         把此生的悲苦谱成了人间绝响。