没有比十月更明亮的天空，没有
                                                                 秋天的色彩多么鲜艳，油漆一样
                                                                 我就是其中的一种色彩，在其中
                                                                 做着崇高的事情
                                                                 十月的田野轻松了，因为
                                                                 那些生长的植物该衰老的衰老，该收获的收获
                                                                 那些耕种的动物该悠闲地依然悠闲，丈量短暂的一生 
                                                                 我看见十月的边沿，一束很浓郁的鲜花
                                                                 用尽毕生的精力，在这晴空之下
                                                                 写意晴空的湛蓝，耀眼的光泽
                                                                 在做一次更加高尚的冲刺
                                                                 那些站在秋天深处的庄稼
                                                                 用农民的淳朴支撑着祖国的家园
                                                                 忙忙碌碌，一年一年
                                                                 某个家园，炊烟袅袅
                                                                 笔直的旗杆
                                                                 在思索未来的收成
                                                                 色彩斑斓的原野，是谁的画笔
                                                                 让我们这样宁静，宁静地能听到一滴雨 
                                                                 摔倒时的呻吟
                                                                 此刻，更深远的记忆
                                                                 在心底的某个角落，流星一样划过
                                                                 没有风，没有雷电
                                                                 静静地，像一尊世纪的丰碑
                                                                 歌唱。幸福的十月
                                                                 汇集在一起的色彩 
                                                                 一个大型欢庆的舞会 
                                                                 是这个季节最盛装的舞娘
                                                                 在祖国的皮肤之上
                                                                 站立，都是十月照耀的光芒
                                                                 道道痕迹，血液浓浓
                                                                 哲人的思想，遍地成行 

                                                                 凋零的花草 
                                                                 我热爱它们
                                                                 即使已经干枯，已经退去青春的色彩 
                                                                 依然在风雨之中忍受着凋谢 
                                                                 忍受着比凋谢更痛苦的冷落
                                                                 但一些花草依然绽放
                                                                 在十月温暖的阳光下
                                                                 它们是十月的孩子
                                                                 母体的温暖
                                                                 照耀着它们曲折奋斗的皮肤
                                                                 我热爱它们 
                                                                 或者被风雨蹂躏
                                                                 或者被虫啃噬，或者被霜打落
                                                                 依然保持生长的快乐
                                                                 它们的花蕊和脉络
                                                                 与这十月多么亲近
                                                                 亲近得与土地没有缝隙