身为人母 电影:舒婷 出国 · 雨别

                     送友出国                                                                                                                                                 雨别


                               作者：舒婷                                                                                                                               作者：舒婷

　　替你担惊的日子已成以往                                                                                                         我真想甩开车门，向你奔去
　　为你骄傲的时刻尚未盼到                                                                                                         在你的肩膀上失声痛哭：
　　当月光的碰盏之声                                                                                                                    “我忍不住，我真忍不住！”
　　泛起葡萄酒般温暖的血潮
　　我不相信                                                                                                                                      我真想拉起你的手
　　你将漂泊他去，不相信                                                                                                              逃向初晴的天空和田野
　　你能舍去蓓蕾永绽的小岛                                                                                                         不萎缩也不回顾
　　我不相信
　　深巷小木门不咿呀为我开着                                                                                                     我真想凝聚全部柔情
　　再没有人迎风敞着绒衣                                                                                                             以一个无法申诉的眼神
        一直送我到渡桥　                                                                                                                     使你终于醒悟

　                                                                                                                                                          我真想，真想……　
　　不相信分离，不相信遗忘　                                                                                                      我的痛苦变为忧伤
　　不相信虎视眈眈的阴影　                                                                                                          想也想不够，说也说不出
　　依旧蹲伏暗角
　　或许前程中还有坎坷 雨别

　　但不是隐约地已见目标
　　或许追求了一生
　　仍然得从追求本身寻找
　　通过人生的凯旋门
　　有时自己并不知道

　　汽笛，在空荡荡的心中穿织乡愁
　　家乡水缓缓从指间流过