还是您吗，老师

         韩  笑

还是您吗，老师？

那个留长发的漂亮阿姨。    

还是您吗，老师？

那个戴眼镜的慈祥妈妈。    

还是您吗，老师?

那个银发苍苍的老祖母。    

您默默地不说话，

噢，正是您啊，

老师！ 您默默地不说话。  

此刻，我看见，

满树的桃李，

都挂满了晶莹泪花。

  此刻，

您还是默默地不说话。

                    (引自《当代中学生诗歌散文选·绿太阳》)

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……

只有那辽远的一角依然完整，

温暖，明朗，坚固而蓬勃生春。

在那上面，我用残损的手掌轻抚，

像恋人的柔发，婴孩手中乳。

我把全部的力量运在手掌

贴在上面，寄与爱和一切希望，

因为只有那里是太阳，是春，

将驱逐阴暗，带来苏生，

因为只有那里我们不像牲口一样活，

蝼蚁一样死……那里，永恒的中国!