背起寒冬温暖的太阳迈开步履往上坚定                              坚定的回望    身躯向前思想回望                                                                      越过无数泛黄相片的背后沉重                                                 我兴奋的安坐在老屋门前母亲引针的对面                         
 那件衣服至今我还珍藏着母亲却常常叮嘱我衣服要跟得上时代的潮流                                                                               记忆排着队积攒无数的沉沦还在属于老屋半道等待落雪的时刻簇冉升华        半道会不会依旧    落雪是否依旧                                                                           带着信念于是跪拜坚定往上艰难的回望                              回望黝黑瘦小的母亲        母亲的老屋厚重                                           把我伤痕累累的心安在老屋里养伤                                       肩一耸，手一紧                                                                          坚定派生出彷徨步履瞒珊                                                         牛犊哞哞闪过记忆的夹缝更加的瘦骨嶙峋                         手中紧握住的那根线刺穿影子的腹腔一头捆着稳健的岁月等待着长角的日子                                                                  另一头付着云淡风轻等待与父亲在老屋的门口能够同时点燃一根烟的激动瞬间                                                             这特别的瞬间注定是永恒的                                                    一只手中没有温度                                                                      冰冷的1997的报纸还在孤独的等待我眼含热泪回首       再往上是父亲的额头思念越过几条高山深谷                     没有桥                                                                                            
 涉过河                                                                                           风存的语言                                                                                   傻瓜相机一健咔嚓                                                                      大雨滂沱                                                                                        老屋就此丢弃了信仰                                                                      我噘着嘴作最后苍白的诉倾
微笑是哭泣的                                                                               走着弯曲的堪念                                                                          急促了老屋的时光倒流                                                             门口的街道                                                                                   点燃鞭炮于是伙计们追寻十五的龙                                       月光坠落                                                                                        父亲在老屋内摆好贡品                                                             龙宝喜进屋                                                                                   抬头绕三圈                                                                                   万物和顺                                                                                        灯笼照红老屋的门口                                                                  此刻跳动着的是一颗急促的游子带回的赤子之心            屋顶的斑鸠也飞回来了