有人说
                          等你数够了
                          一万颗星星
                          就会看到火红的太阳
                          他就信了
                          还很痴迷
                          
                          漫长的夜
                          他不曾有一刻停歇
                          夜云不停地飘过
                          他不厌其烦
                          数啊数
                          看看就要成功了
                          却迎来
                          黎明前的黑暗
                          
                          孩子没有气馁
                          坐在矮凳上
                          仰首翘望
                          渐渐地
                          黑暗即将遁去
                          启明星也将坠落
                          分明有一丝微光 
                          天边的云朵变换着色调
                          东方欲晓
                          激动的孩子
                          雀跃着他的雀跃
                          欣喜着他的欣喜 
                          他想跳起来大声的欢呼
                          他已经准备好与家人和朋友分享这份来之不易的成功
                          他睁大那双充满希冀的眼睛 
                          等待着 等待着 等待着

                          一阵没来由的风
                          漫天可恶的阴云
                          晨雨
                          有时候并不都是清新
                          熟睡的人们
                          都在梦乡打理着不同的明天
                          谁也没有听到
                          孩子的哭泣
                          更无人理解
                          他失望的心情
                          
                          他站起身来
                          把小矮凳扔进柴堆里
                          揉揉酸楚的双眼
                          带着满身的疲惫
                          躲进一间草棚里
                          不单是为了避雨
                          那里有他温馨的小床
                          他想躺在属于自己的小屋里了
                          睡一觉 做个属于他自己的梦
                          
                          风停 雨住
                          太阳出来了
                          隔着草屋的漏窗
                          投进一丝亮光
                          睡熟的孩子
                          也只在嘴角流露出一丝淡淡的微笑... ...