小时候
                         月亮是一只红蜻蜓
                         款款地在黄昏的小河边飞着
                         总爱停在我牧牛的竹竿上
                         夜晚，月亮成了外祖母
                         手中的蒲扇
                         轻轻地摇着摆着
                         便有好多好多故事
                         从那棵老桂树上飘落
                         夹着扑鼻的桂香

                         而今，月亮是一辆独轮车
                         载着我吱呀吱呀
                         行进在崎岖的山路上
                         任凭颠簸，我不知走向何方

                         待我老眼昏花时
                         想必月也老了
                         拄一根拐杖
                         银须浩荡
                         坐在公孙树下
                         与我对望

                         哭一回，笑一回
                         直到月亮成了我
                         我，成了月亮
                         才站起身
                         缓缓而去
                         再不敢用怜爱的目光
                         看身后
                         还有多少痴情的织女牛郎