雨，像一位音乐家。
                                                                                      高兴时总会演奏一两首曲。
                                                                                      雨又像一位慈母，在小草干渴的时候，给予滋润。

                                                                                      雨，还像一位顽皮的小孩，
                                                                                      把过路人给淋湿了。
                                                                                      雨，更像是一位小姑娘，
                                                                                      在伤心的时候落下一串串泪珠。

舟子的悲歌

余光中

                                                                                                 一张破老的白帆，

                                                                                                 漏去了清风一半，

                                                                                                 却引来海鸥两三，

                                                                                                 荒寂的海上谁作伴，

                                                                                                 啊，没有伴，没有伴，

                                                                                                 除了黄昏一片云，

                                                                                                 除了午夜一颗星，

                                                                                                 除了心头一个影，

                                                                                                 还有一卷惠特曼。

                                                                                                 我心里有一首歌，

                                                                                                 好久好久都不曾唱过，

                                                                                                 今晚我敞开胸怀舱里卧，

                                                                                                 不怕那海鸥偷笑我，

                                                                                                 它那歌喉也差不多。

                                                                                                 我唱起歌来大海你来和，

                                                                                                 男低音是浪和波，

                                                                                                 男高音是我。

                                                                                                 昨夜，

                                                                                                月光在海上铺一条金路，

                                                                                                渡我的梦回到大陆，

                                                                                                我梦见脸色更淡的老母，

                                                                                                我发狂地跑上去，

                                                                                                一颗童心在腔里欢舞，

                                                                                                啊！

                                                                                                何处是老母，何处是老母，

                                                                                                荒烟衰草丛里，

                                                                                                有坟茔无数……

也许

——葬歌

闻一多

也许你真是哭得太累，

也许，也许你要睡一睡，

那么叫夜鹰不要咳嗽，

蛙不要号，蝙蝠不要飞。

不许阳光（a）你的眼帘，

不许清风（b）上你的眉。

无论谁都不能惊醒你，

撑一（c）松荫庇护你睡。

也许你听这蚯蚓翻泥，

听这小草的根须吸水，

也许你听这般的音乐，

比那咒骂的人声更美。

那么你先把眼皮闭紧，

我就让你睡，我让你睡。

我把黄土轻轻盖着你，

我叫纸钱缓缓地飞。