日子捧着凉雨
                                                                                蹒跚走进
                                                                                乍暖还寒的三月天
                                                                                空气弥漫着
                                                                                田野焚烧杂草的烟火味
                                                                                燕子结伴
                                                                                掠过虫鸣热闹的地方
                                                                                带着收获，飞向归巢

                                                                                脱不掉的旧水衣
                                                                                日复一日
                                                                                淌过小溪
                                                                                奔流不息
                                                                                细雨未央
                                                                                谁家忙着抛春秧？
                                                                                春鱼浮动
                                                                                唤醒贪玩的孩子
                                                                                谁家的狗儿阵阵叫
                                                                                惹出老人的叫骂声

                                                                                暮色昏暗
                                                                                生火做饭
                                                                                哪管门外瑟瑟风寒
                                                                                红白喜事，老邻居
                                                                                闲言碎语，躲不过
                                                                                村头村尾，已知晓
                                                                                三月倒春寒
                                                                                湿冷未消，苦纠缠
                                                                                家中老人，旧病复发
                                                                                夜难安

                                                                                转眼间
                                                                                清明已到
                                                                                想必此刻远在远方的人
                                                                                已归来
                                                                                坟茔荒草
                                                                                割伤了谁的魂？
                                                                                
                                                                                终于还是有人
                                                                                匆匆告别了三月天
                                                                                人头涌动，喇叭声响
                                                                                挥挥手告别，奔向天涯的路
                                                                                飞鸟声叫，他日不知何处再相遇