今夜，月牙温柔，星光灿烂/
                     我在这样的夜里/
                     聆听与思考/
                     在儿时，母亲的话/

                     曾几何时/
                     求学于南国/
                     在那个多雨的季节/
                     听远方的人讲述他眼中的老人/

                     五湖四海/
                     天下九州/
                     只有一个天下第一村/
  
                     不知/
                     斑白的发丝/
                     曾在双脚踏过的土地上/
                     滋润了多少次/

                     不见/
                     酷暑寒霜/
                     迎过多少回那个挺拔的背影/
                     却依旧无法阻挡老人前进的步伐/
 
                     不说/
                     辛酸苦辣/
                     瓷碗里盛着满满的收获/
                     才是老人笑口常开的缘由/

                     当时代的歌声由低沉转为高昂/
                     当古都的红色旗帜在春风中再次迎风绽放/
                     当中国的九州巨轮驶过蜿蜒的河道/
                     驶向波澜壮阔的大海/

                     哪怕/
                     精力已不济/
                     双眼已昏花/
                     两腿不再有力/
 
                     老人的目光/
                     望穿了时空/
                     老人的双脚/
                     踏遍了乡野田地/
                     老人的背影/
                     跋涉于河流山丘/

                     贫穷落后的田野村庄/
                     神奇般的化为幢幢高屋大厦 /
                     闭塞荒芜的河流山丘/
                     奇迹般的将金山银山与绿水青山相融合/

                     啊
                     这个时代竟如此多娇/
                     啊
                     未来之路竟如此宽广/
                     啊
                     祖国的明天竟是如此骄阳/
                     
                     可
                     后来的我们/
                     却不知/
                     有多少人曾在黑暗中匍匐前行,探索/
                     有多少先驱者曾用生命精华去铺砌/
                     又有多少位如老人般的孺子牛耗尽了人生最后的时光，才换来了如骄阳般耀眼的明天/

                     远方的人轻轻地走了/
                     可我的耳畔旁仿佛依旧有阵阵雷霆般的响声/
                     视野处似乎尽是那个穿梭于时空的背影/
                     心田中好像有一股股暖流温暖着冰凉的躯干/

                     老人退了/
                     因为年纪大了/
                     却/
                     退而不休/
                     因为/
                     他是红色基因的传人/

                     老人走了/
                     永远的离开了/
                     却/
                     时刻活在我们的身边/
    
                     老人回来了/
                     是啊/
                     他回来了/
                     毕竟，他又何尝曾离开过呢？/

                     小时候/
                     母亲说/
                     那些心中装着老百姓的人/
                     以后离开了这个世界/
                     会变为星空中璀璨的星辰/
                     就连/
                     那皎洁的月亮也会奏曲歌颂/
         
                     我在这样的夜里/
                     聆听/
                     月的奏曲/
                     思考/
                     又是哪颗星呢？/
                           终