呵，母亲

舒婷

                                                                                           你苍白的指尖理着我的双鬓

                                                                                           我禁不住像儿时一样

                                                                                           紧紧拉住你的衣襟

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           为了留住你渐渐隐去的身影

                                                                                           虽然晨曦已把梦剪成烟缕

                                                                                           我还是久久不敢睁开眼睛

                                                                                           我依旧珍藏着那鲜红的围巾

                                                                                           生怕浣洗会使它

                                                                                           失去你特有的温馨

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           岁月的流水不也同样无情

                                                                                           生怕记忆也一样退色呵

                                                                                           我怎敢轻易打开它的画屏

                                                                                           为了一根刺我曾向你哭喊

                                                                                           如今带着荆冠，我不敢

                                                                                           一声也不敢呻吟

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           我常悲哀地仰望你的照片

                                                                                           纵然呼唤能够穿透黄土

                                                                                           我怎敢惊动你的安眠

                                                                                           我还不敢这样陈列爱的祭品

                                                                                           虽然我写了许多支歌

                                                                                           给花、给海、给黎明

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           我的甜柔深谧的怀念

                                                                                           不是激流，不是瀑布

                                                                                           是花木掩映中唱不出歌声的枯井

嫩绿的芽儿和青年说：“发展你自己！”

淡白的花儿和青年说：“贡献你自己！”

淡红的果儿和青年说：“牺牲你自己！”

艾青诗选﹒礁石

一个浪，一个浪

无休止地扑过来

每一个浪都在它脚下

被打成碎沫、散开……

它的脸上和身上

像刀砍过一样

但它依然站在那里

含着微笑，看着海岸