钗头凤·刨蒜感怀

零下八度

<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">文/零下八度</p><p class="ql-block">清风唤,残星倦,</p><p class="ql-block">五更启程去刨蒜。</p><p class="ql-block">钱难挣,辛劳供</p><p class="ql-block">剜蒜手颤,扛包肩肿</p><p class="ql-block">痛!痛!痛!</p><p class="ql-block">灼日炎,汗连连</p><p class="ql-block">披星戴月几吊钱</p><p class="ql-block">月光明,一日终。</p><p class="ql-block">辛劳无怨,砥砺前行。</p><p class="ql-block">命!命!命!</p>