陶渊明上山砍柴回来
                                                                       放下手中的柴，脊背只剩疲倦
                                                                       陶渊明来到田间巡视庄稼
                                                                       身子是一阵风
                                                                       那 风里夹杂着
                                                                       远方飘来的生存的旋律

                                                                       陶渊明想要登上山顶
                                                                       观望最后一次夕阳
                                                                       岁月一点一点
                                                                       像小草一样无情生长

                                                                       也许我比陶渊明更不幸
                                                                        看一看城市的楼房
                                                                        开始怀疑自己的前程
                                                                        痛苦
                                                                        痛苦又无奈
                                                                        兄弟从黑夜里伸手轻轻拍了我的肩膀
                                                                         问我是否有死亡的勇气
                                                                         我躺在床头
                                                                         任一切去粉碎

                                                                         希望如黎明的钟声
                                                                         轻轻敲打着我的心灵 

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