老屋      如同风烛残年的母亲
                              孤独    执拗    在钢筋森
                              等待    等待......
                              静听游子归来的脚步
                              某天         足音蛩然而至......
                              还有鸟儿的啁啾
                              琅琅的读书声
                              响彻快乐的天井......

                              时世变迁
                              一切变得陌生
                              坚硬的水泥地
                              已踏不出泥土的快乐

                              老屋     坚持要在陌生世界中
                              给游子
                              一个残留的儿时记忆
                              就像根
                              植于这片熟悉的土地......
 

                                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                              2014.春节