风，停泊树旁 
                                                                抽出绿丝绦 
                                                                青草，是娇嫩的手指 
                                                                把梦想指向蓝天

                                                                笑容，是春色
                                                                在油纸伞下绽放
                                                                绿，有蔓延的冲动
                                                                握住阳光，消融寒意

                                                                是谁点燃了一束光亮
                                                                让绿找到了方向

                                                                站在高高的山岗
                                                                看到牛羊，梳理
                                                                大地的发梢，顿然 
                                                                变了模样