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。

跨越自己
我们可以欺瞒别人
却无法欺瞒自己
当我们走向枝繁叶茂的五月
青春就不再是一个谜
向上的路
总是坎坷又崎岖
要永远保持最初的浪漫
真是不容易
有人悲哀
有人欣喜
当我们跨越了一座高山
也就跨越了一个真实的自己

                                                                                                      望乡台

                                                                                                 登上望乡台
                                                                                                众山脚下踩
                                                                                                遥看天际一抹云
                                                                                                风送乡音来

                                                                                               身边没有林涛
                                                                                               山路又弯又窄
                                                                                               唯有故乡一条路
                                                                                               直通望乡台

                                                                                              看见故乡山和水
                                                                                             看见故乡柳和槐
                                                                                              还有家前那棵松
                                                                                             还象我奶奶

                                                                                             离家千里外
                                                                                             转眼已数载
                                                                                             思乡之情终不退
                                                                                            年年总来望乡台

星星

臧克家

我爱听

人家把星

叫作星星。

夜空是另一个世界，

星星是它的子民，

谁也不排挤谁，

彼此密密地挨近。

它们是那么渺小，

渺小得没有名字，

它们用自己的光圈，

告诉自己的存在。

仰起脸来，

向着那白茫茫的银河，

一，二，三，你数！

呵，它们是那么多，那么多……

1946年8月4日午于沪