麦地睡了
                                     刚收获的土地
                                     曾有多少汗水
                                     多少希望，埋在洁净的土壤之上 

                                     麦地睡了
                                     在这血红色的黄昏
                                     浆洗稚气的童真
                                     让脉搏的跳动，震颤黑夜的幽灵

                                     麦地睡了
                                     一年的时间
                                     就这样冗长着离去 
                                     到新生的国度，留下陶醉的美梦
                  
                                     麦地睡了
                                     美梦、希望、疲惫
                                     一切新生的、正在孕育的力量
                                     却在慢慢醒来，在这广阔的壮美平原