清晨
                         酸枣坡
                         被浓雾吞藏

                         驱车，
                         冲破浓雾心脏，
                         奔向思念的家乡。

                         贫困，
                         如纤细钢丝，
                         紧系心上。

                         夕日
                         如宝争夺的田土，
                         现已变成骨瘦肌黄。

                         根治良策在何方？
                         织一个水天碧蓝梦，
                         寄托富美希望。