岁月
                          是一把
                          残酷的  铁锄
                          在母亲额上
                          开出 深深的沟渠

                          岁月
                          是一位
                          无情的   老人
                          在母亲头上
                          种下  缕缕银丝

                          岁月
                          是一个
                          蹩脚的  篾匠
                          把母亲的脊背
                          弯成  一张弓

                          赢弱的身躯
                          迎来太阳送走月亮
                          瘦削的双肩
                          挑起千斤重担
                          深陷的眼窝，
                          把温柔洒向每一个角落
                          爽朗的笑声
                          将欢乐送给每一个孩子
                          粗糙的大手  是
                          两把高擎的  大伞
                          一边  站着哥哥
                          一边  站着我