衣杉褴褛满头白发
 
                               或赤贫或子孙不孝
 
                               把苦难压在两只单薄的肩膀
 
                               一双长满皱褶乌黑的手
 
                               拣拾世界遗落的文明
 
                               糊住那张渴望生存的口
 
 
 
                               露出趾头的鞋子
 
                               踏遍每一处荒芜
 
                               从垃圾山上扒出遍地黄金
 
                               感叹都市的奢侈和农村百姓的酸楚
 
 
 
                               沉重的担子压弯了七旬老人的腰
 
                               脸上不知是喜悦还是悲伤
 
                               春夏秋冬风里雨里
 
                               流下一串汗与泪化成的泡影
 
 
 
                               头顶日月走进都市夜景
 
                               灯红酒绿晃刺了双眼
 
                               闻见满街香味
 
                               瞅见一个个俏丽的身影
 
                               只能在心底里发颤
 
 
 
                               龟缩在垃圾山旁的水泥管内
 
                               仰望满天星斗
 
                               一声声长叹    一阵阵无言
 
                               农民种出的五谷杂粮养活的都市啊
 
                               你有没有感到大地的震撼？
 
 
 
                               等待吧
 
                               等待赤贫变成富有
 
                               等待历史的追赶
 
                               再重返难舍的家园