她走来
                                   断断续续地走来
                                  洁净的脚
                                     沾满清凉的露水
                                  她有些忧郁
                                     望着用泥草筑起的房屋
                                  望着父亲
                                     她用双手分开黑发
                                 一枝野桃花斜插着
                                     默默无语
                                另一枝送给了谁
                                   却从没人问起
                                春天是风
                                   秋天是月亮
                                在他感觉到时
                                   她已去了另一个地方