下雨了，你说一分钟就好
                                 我无处可逃的是秋后的收成
                                 还立足原地沉默不语
                                 你挥霍着廉价的力气
                                 巨大的手是一只衰弱的叹息
                                 爸爸，下雨了
                                 你还站在雨里，对着你的庄稼
                                说着我不懂的秘语
 
 
                                 叶子黄了飘落下来
                                 像一团团的泪谱写秋歌
                                 随处可见的风在你的华发前左顾右盼
                                 爸爸，停下歇息一下吧
                                 像儿时的我蜷在你的怀里
                                 让我们聊一聊农事和我们的家史
 
 
                                 你搓着一粒粒的玉米
                                 里面蕴藏着一丝丝的风和一滴滴的雨
                                 手掌皴裂如大地，盛满日月的光芒
                                 覆盖我胆小如鼠的目光
                                 你抚摸我，用粗糙朴素的手掌
                                 像用心剥一穗诚实的玉米
 
 
                                 爸爸，让我摸摸你的手掌
                                 吻吻它皴裂的背面突兀的血管
                                 那里流动的是秋天成熟的味道
                                 这么多年，你的内心一定下过许多场雨
                                 但你的天空始终晴朗，你的手总是撑成伞
                                 覆盖我－你绵延不息的风
 
 
                                 2012/10/4