弯路上的小花──赠诗人塞风周长风他曾扛着枪走他曾唱着歌走他曾顶着雷走他曾挨着鞭走在弯弯曲曲坎坎坷坷的山路上眼噙着泪心滴着血脚板拔不完的荆棘脖领卸不掉的链锁他把生命掰碎一路撒播千百年后会有个少年再来山路依然弯弯却开满奇异的花朵他听老人传说那经过血泪浸泡... Small flowers on the curvy road ─ ─ poet wind perimeter wind he had carrying a gun he had sung walking away he had been wearing a thunderbolt he had been next to the whip walking in the rugged mountain road with tears Tears heart Dripping bloodthirsty unpredictable thorns neck collar can not unload the chain lock he crushed life smashed all the way spread thousands of years there will be a juvenile again mountain still bending but full of strange flowers he heard the legend of the elderly that after the blood and tears soaked ...