在那个干枯的季节

                                                   你从岁月的那端

                                                   寄来一声春雷

                                                   雷声唤醒了我蜇眠的凄美 

                                                   从此             我的夜空

                                                   升起一盏启明的星星

                                                    从此          我拥有了我的蓝天和太阳

                                                   从此          我明亮了我美丽的心情

                                                   那则古老的神话

                                                    有年轻在我的书页

                                                    又歌咏在我的年轮       

                                                   那层亲切的青苔 

                                                   又绿染了我童年的记忆

                                                   那把弯弯的镰刀

                                                   那个高高的背篓

                                                  还有那俩卖菜的自行车      

                                                  和那爷爷烟袋锅里飘出的故事

                                                 从此      又都毛茸茸的让我去爱 

                                                 我的上帝——

                                               

                                                  上帝初吻的余温 

                                                   透过千年的厚度

                                                   重又弥漫在我的夜色

                                                   那俩鬓染白的岁月  

                                                   那皱纹流淌的渊博   

                                                   那步履踏重的深沉  

                                                  那双眉凝聚的巍峨

                                                  再一次渊博了我的思念   

                                                   巍峨了我的联想

                                                   隔着千山万山  飞来的文子

                                                   凄美了离别 

                                                  如果我瘦成一根长发 

                                                 将扎根于你的林间 

                                                  茁壮你的诗行

                                                  如果我流成一条皱纹

                                                 将汇入你的大海

                                                辽阔你的思想

                                               

                                               但        落叶早已缤绯了秋天  

                                                白雪覆盖了草原