旋褐色小巧之茶盏于手中
                         黄昏如茶羽愈泡愈浓
                         欲抿一口轻轻
                         又怕   又怕残阳
                         将嘴唇炙痛

                         久久地
                         旋褐色小巧之茶盏
                         于手中

                         可向空中画圆如念珠
                         让诠释青春的使者
                         沿薄暮之光走向童年
                         小憩在往事的山亭

                         那茶山便款款地近了
                         那茶姑便款款地近了
                         江南那极会煸情的嫩绿
                         撩牧牛少年于黄昏
                         黄昏于那时节
                         同少年漫无目的的早晨

                         在追寻的疲惫中仿佛
                         逝去了什么
                         旋褐色小巧之茶盏于手中

                         手指般的峰峦一旦远去
                         门前再没有了黎明的呼唤
                         叹息如茶山款款而至
                         却原来
                         早晨与傍晚很近
                                       很近
                         恍惚间晃动茶盏
                         浓茶荡漾如山间晚钟

                         唯有月亮知道
                         如何能找出黄昏的结尾  不知
                         采茶谣可否当成
                         茶经吟诵  轻轻