小伙子钟情于一把绿色口琴
                     已经有些日子了
                     今年他家丰收
                     老鼠有粮吃 
                     房子里唯一的油灯
                     一寸一寸地燃
                     吃力地数漏在地上的谷子
                     母亲的手掌
                     在摇曳的灯影中
                     海浪一样隐隐地低语
                     
                     与以往的日子没什么区别
                     风雨和太阳皆来做客
                     小伙子热爱的太阳
                     将他的头发晒得金黄
                     或许，他就是一颗太阳
                     风雨来了
                     他就打开家门  
                     将风雨请上桌子  
                     撤掉油灯旁的陈酒
                     洗亮杯子  
                     倒上新茶
                     对风雨说着
                     他难以对姑娘开口的话
                     
                     对那个姑娘呢，他就沉默着  
                     紧抿起嘴唇
                     像一只执守四季的稻草人
                     站直了身子
                     迎接风雨
                     躬耕田地
                     泪流满面
                     也笑遍千里
                     
                     那把
                     小伙子买不起的绿色口琴
                     他就用口哨模仿它的声音
                     模仿
                     他的童年 
                     他的青春  
                     他今年满了二十岁