<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看，母亲的那双手...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/水湄子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片来源网络</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">（诚谢支持鼓励）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号：14945942</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母亲这个词汇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">闪烁着诗歌的永恒光芒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而母亲的双手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">更是聚焦于时光托举了岁月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">目光所到之处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都是特写的镜头，荡荡悠悠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> --题记</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看，时光里的母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正坐在昏暗的煤油灯下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纳着一双千层布底的鞋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那双布满老茧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">粗糙的像树皮的手，干巴皴皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">千针万线寄托着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">赋予孩子的的深深爱意</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在岁月里蜿蜒成脚下的路面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">伸向远方，朝霞映照，远山含羞...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看，时光里的母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">手上正摆弄着剪刀尺子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">仿佛举着熟练的兵器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在一匹匹布上纵横游走</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那双手跳跃的手宛若游龙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把边角碎料衔接拼凑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">然后踩着缝针机</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那嗒嗒嗒的声音似天籁的歌喉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">成了岁月深处最动人的吹眠曲奏...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看，时光里的母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用手拨开厚厚的晨雾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">点燃灶膛里的火头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用第一缕炊烟荡开拂晓的晕皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用勤劳能干的双手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把贫困苦难的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">熬成岁月甜蜜的粥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">柴米油盐酿出生活的滋味</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">令人忍不住贪婪咀嚼，鼻翼深嗅...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看，时光里的母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">为了让生活更有奔头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">家里养鸡养鸭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">地里种菜种瓜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">偶尔冒出来一片指甲花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也开的绯红俊秀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">辅导我们学习时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">窗前飘过岁月洁白的云岫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">空出的掌纹里，星辰开始游走...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母亲的手是一把撑天的巨伞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">为我们遮风挡雨，为我们奔前赴后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母亲的手是九天神女的手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">会把春天串成纽扣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美的印记被时光挽留</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还能缝补儿女心底的伤口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母亲的手，浸泡在月光里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抚平我们梦中紧皱的眉头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和生活的烦忧...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p>