一节断桥，几间瓦舍，                             百亩良田，三几口堰塘，                       锤练出百米烟囱，                                  地下抽出的硝水，                                   无声流淌。                                                 
                                                                罗家祠堂那边，                                     不见了放牛的儿郎，                               年轻的人儿，                                         去了远方。                                             
                                                               黄昏时候，四米宽的水泥路上，           
 一个阿婆在徘徊，                                 断墙根下，                                             两个阿公晒太阳。                                            
                                                                西边山上，凭添了一座庙宇，               善男信女，青灯古佛，                          挡不住百节愁肠。                                  
                                                               公社改乡大队改村，                              名称还变幻了好几趟，                          变不了的是那片热土，                          和家乡亲人的模样！