寒风呼啸着，
                                        摇晃着岩上的冰柱，
                                        命令它立即折断，
                                        化作溪水奔流，
                                        冰柱沉默不语，
                                        身躯却越来越粗。


                                        太阳出来了，
                                        敞开热烘烘的胸脯，
                                        以她无穷的温热，
                                        暖透大地的心腹。
                                        冰柱也开始消融，
                                        流下感激的泪珠。


                                        像太阳那样吧，
                                        莫学寒风般冷酷，
                                        只有温热与光明，
                                        才能苏醒万物。