你总能踩踏着第一声响铃站在讲台                                            一手戒尺一手茶缸腋下夹着书本                                                你白发苍苍却腰背挺拔声音宏亮                                                粉笔头总和你的眼神一样犀利                                                     精准的投在每个开小差的脑瓜子上

考试的课堂上                                                                                你沿着过道一圈一圈的渡步                                                        像闯进菜园子的大公鸡迈着优雅的脚步                                    而我们正是那绿油油的菜苗子                                                    也是那肥圆肥圆的小爬虫

在很久很久以后的日子才知道                                                    你是那倔犟的老农                                                                        我们都是你新开的土地                                                                你在每块地里播撒你珍藏的种子                                                你可从不顾土地肥沃贫瘠                                                            你只有望着每块土地绿茵成林                                                    才让一些笑容坐上你眼角的皱纹                                                你真是一个倔犟的老农                                                                你只望着土地绿油油生机勃勃                                                     却又从不问土地索要一丝收获