想象

理想如云，

身姿变幻，

忽似野马奔腾，

忽如卧波清莲，

借一缕阳光，

变出五彩斑斓；

轻风过处，

却已消失了无踪。

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 现实如山，

荆草遍地碎石满路，

永远是它的面目，

停不了的是脚步，

为了头上的云，

只有往上爬、往上爬。

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   美的永远是云，

丑的不一定是山，

爬的

却永远是山！