时光割断脐带                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       我在嘶鸣中抖醒                                                                                                                                                                                                            母亲的梦                                                                                                                                                                                                                           母亲涨红的脸犹如桃花                                                                                                                                                                                                                                把家装成春的画卷                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             　                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              母亲把汗水和泪水掺杂                                                                                                                                                                                                   把泥土的芬芳和村民的乡俗掺杂                                                                                                                                                                                              把微薄的收入和姊妹几个淘气掺杂                                                                                                                                                                                        一并倒进岁月的酒缸                                                                                                                                                                                                                       酿造，酿造                                                                                                                                                                                                                       　                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       酿出一缸好酒时                                                                                                                                                                                                                 我们已经长大，各自成家                                                                                                                                                                                                      一切仿佛是昨天的童话                                                                                                                                                                                                           品味中母亲已白发苍苍                                                                                                                                                                                                         母亲如酒，甘醇而浓烈                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         　                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      时光飞度病了很久的她悄然而逝                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       疼痛中我看见母亲闪烁的光芒                                                                                                                                                                                          在田间，在村口，在屋内......                                                                                                                                                                                                    母亲不再陪我割地头的麦子                                                                                                                                                                                                             那一同割麦子的情形                                                                                                                                                                                                           已飞到天涯                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      　                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  抖擞精神                                                                                                                                                                                                                       牵挂中顿悟                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           母亲就是麦子啊！                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  灯盏一样的光芒                                                                                                                                                                                                          把家照亮，把日子照亮　                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            依稀中，我始终雕不出                                                                                                                                                                                                                              雕不出最难忘的年华                                                                                                                                                                                                          只有母亲的身影                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   陪我到天涯海角