青春之歌
                                                                                                                                      阮章競
                                                                                                                      每个人只能得到一次生命，
                                                                                                                      每一年，只有三个月是春天。
                                                                                                                      琴弦断了，可以续一千次，
                                                                                                                      但是青春之歌，
                                                                                                                       却唱不了十个十年！
                                                                                                                       珍贵的青春之歌呀，
                                                                                                                       应该骑上天马，凌空高唱，
                                                                                                                       不应该躺在软沙地上，
                                                                                                                       为空虚的幻想低吟。

                                                                                                                       不要等待这样一天：
                                                                                                                       沙漠已经结满苹果，
                                                                                                                        荒山已经崛起新城，
                                                                                                                         冰川开着白色的素馨；
                                                                                                                        在那个时候，你才拄着拐棍，
                                                                                                                         踏着青年时代朋友的脚印，
                                                                                                                         歇在他们手栽出来的树阴下，
                                                                                                                         才听到你这同时代的人，
                                                                                                                         那副衰老而又沙哑的声音。

                                                                                                                         不要过着这样的日子：
                                                                                                                         在戈壁，或在草原的公园里，
                                                                                                                          一群小鹰似的儿童向你起来：
                                                                                                                          “公公，哪个石阶是你砌的？”
                                                                                                                          在那个时候，你才“英勇”地说：
                                                                                                                           “当时我正在编写争待遇、
                                                                                                                           忙风雨、搞恋爱、闹情绪的喜剧，
                                                                                                                           耽误了坐上那次直达快车，
                                                                                                                           结果是老态龙钟才赶到这里。”