等待在我生命中的每一天,一直以最饱满的精神和最渴望的心理等待。等待所跨出的每一步都能离理想近一些,再近一些;等待所伸出的手掌都能攥住一缕饱含温情的阳光,融化内心的坚冰;等待所写下的每一行诗都能茁壮成春之旷野上的一颗树,不畏惧寒风凄雨。等待也是一种残酷的煎熬,背负着灵魂的拷问和质疑。当执拗的等待换来的是失望结出的苦果,天 Waiting for every day in my life, has been the most full of energy and the most longing for the psychological wait. Waiting for each step can be taken away from the closer, and then closer; waiting for the palm out can hold a ray of sunshine full of warmth, melting the heart of ice; waiting for each written poem A tree that thrives in the wilderness, without fear of frigid wind and rain. Waiting is also a cruel torment, tortured and questioned by the soul. When the stubborn waiting for return is the bitter fruit of disappointment, the day