下雪的早晨

                                                                                       雪下着，下着，没有声音，

                                                                                       雪下着，下着，一刻不停。

                                                                                       洁白的雪，盖满了院子，

                                                                                       洁白的雪，盖满了屋顶，

                                                                                       整个世界多么静，多么静。

                                                                                       看着雪花在飘飞，

                                                                                       我想得很远，很远。

                                                                                       想起夏天的树林，

                                                                                       树林里的早晨，

                                                                                       到处都是露水，

                                                                                       太阳刚刚上升。

                                                                                       一个小孩，赤着脚，

                                                                                       从晨光里走来，

                                                                                       他的脸像一朵鲜花，

                                                                                       他的嘴发出低低的歌声，

                                                                                       他的小手拿着一根竹竿。

                                                                                       他仰起小小的头，

                                                                                       那双发亮的眼睛，

                                                                                       透过浓密的树叶，

                                                                                       在寻找知了的声音……

                                                                                       他的另一只小手，

                                                                                       提了一串绿色的东西——

                                                                                       一根很长的狗尾草，

                                                                                       结了蚂蚱、金甲虫和蜻蜓。

                                                                                       这一切啊，

                                                                                       我都记得很清。

                                                                                       我们很久没有到树林里去了，

                                                                                       那儿早已铺满了落叶，

                                                                                       也不会有什么人影；

                                                                                       但我一直都记着那小孩子，

                                                                                       和他的很轻很轻的歌声。

                                                                                       此刻，他不知在哪间小屋里，

                                                                                       看着不停地飘飞着的雪花，

                                                                                       或许想到树林里去抛雪球，

                                                                                       或许想到湖上去滑冰，

                                                                                       但他决不会知道，

                                                                                       有一个人想着他，

                                                                                       就在这个下雪的早晨。