是清晨最安静的时刻                           调皮得实在有些讨厌
     像沉醉于美酒的安详                           在麦田的上空
     窗前的芭蕉                                        划出无数的弧线
     快乐得发出呻吟                                  呢呢喃喃，呢呢喃喃
     屋檐下的小鸟                                     只是哼吟
     发出惊奇的低鸣                                 这是夏天，这是夏天
     是母亲慈爱的叮咛啊
     是爱人亲昵的娇嗔
     于是，苍白的土壤
     飘散出淡白色的轻烟
     焦枯的禾苗
     颤抖着，颤抖着
     只是默默地感激
     于是，愁沉的老
     美美地吸着旱烟
     深深的皱纹里
     充满了久违的笑意
     那些燕儿