三月桃花水

                                         不入我的眼

                                         只在遥远的江南喧响

                                          四月西北风

                                          亲昵我的脸

                                          桃花自酣睡中苏醒

                                          纤长的桃叶

                                          是美人的眼

                                          又似一叶扁舟天际看

                                          桃树的前世

                                          是多情的女子

                                          一脸的灿烂寂静绽放

                                          夜的眼波里

                                          如水的愁怨

                                          一瓣瓣花雨零落心间

                                          梦里复辗转

                                           却再唤不回

                                           那个叫做桃花的女子