<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風里都是春天的味道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和油菜花撞個滿懷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">連呼吸都變成了金黃色的甜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把日子過成喜歡的模樣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">比個OK，一切都剛剛好。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鎏金的原野，下饒的村，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是誰打翻了春日的碎金？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風過處，金波層層涌起，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">涌起，又緩緩地蕩漾開去。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我聽見蜜蜂嗡嗡地輕吟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在每一朵花心里釀著蜜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而那些遠道而來的身影，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正忙著將春天，定格在鏡頭里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">匯集于記憶書。</span></p>