老屋 

                                                  你歪斜的廊柱

                                                  你斑驳的墙壁

                                                  你翻新的屋脊 

                                                  层层叠叠写满你的苍老

    
                                                  老人的口中抖落着你曾经的辉煌

                                                  说在你这里办过生产队里的大食堂

                                                  说我那当时还是壮年的爷爷

                                                  因为出身成份不好

                                                  被活活饿死

                                                  后来 

                                                  又有人在你这里

                                                  跪破了膝盖

                                                  再后来

                                                  小开本的《毛主席语录》

                                                  如红旗一样飘扬

                                                  一个来自远方瘦小而伟岸的老人

                                                  催促你还俗而不再神圣

                                                  几个用竹竿撑起的天线 

                                                  成了八十年代初最时尚的旗帜 

                                                  港产的电视剧在这里开满了花

                                                  开在了每个村里人的脸上 

                                                  啊  老屋 

                                                  饱经沧桑的老屋

                                                  请你一路走好