香椿树                                     
                 红瓦房，青砖路   
                 奶奶的小院儿里
                 长了一株香椿树
                 高高的枝、高高的叶
                 被一道低矮的篱笆
                 牢牢围住

                 拿起摘云的竹竿――
                 摘过云的竹竿
                 够下满满一箩筐
                 初嫩的香椿叶
                 嫩的可爱，嫩的
                 使人垂涎

                 轻轻地举起一片
                 正对着太阳――
                 谷雨后的太阳
                 那清晰的叶脉
                 映衬着少年
                 高高仰起的脸