回乡偶书
                   
                    一排排瓦房
                    整齐明亮
                    柏油马路
                    通向他乡
                    儿时的旧时光
                    已变了模样
                    乡音未改
                   叔叔接过香烟
                   笑容赶走了皱纹
                   叔叔的花白头发
                   叔叔的背驼如弓
                   我不敢相信
                   我觉得他永远是那样帅气潇洒
                   叔叔笑着说
                   家中有粮  心中不慌
                   累点   老了   算啥
                   我没有在老家住下
                   叔叔的心充满惆怅
                   乡亲们还有好多知心话
                   马达声引来了送行的孩子
                   他们追着尾气慢慢停息
                   看着尾气慢慢散去
                   忽然我觉得我像这尾气
                   飘来飘去
                   孩子们也一定再想
                   这尾气是不是永远属于这片天地