春轻吻着夏的脸，

                                                                  慢慢隐去，       

                                                                  留下花的芬芳， 

                                                                 人的俏丽。

                                                                 月亮轻吻着太阳的脸，

                                                                  悄悄升起，

                                                                  留下柔情的目光， 

                                                                  为大地披上纱的裙衣。

                                                                  露珠轻吻着小草的脸，

                                                                   窃窃私语，

                                                                   留下泪的痕迹，

                                                                    消失在朝阳里。

                                                                    母亲轻吻着孩子的脸，

                                                                     缓缓老去，

                                                                      留下幸福的微笑，

                                                                      满脸皱褶是爱的延续。