<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《想起天堂的母亲》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蒲公英又白了头时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我蹲成您当年择菜的姿势</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纸灰漫过碑脚，像她抖落的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些沾着泥星的絮语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竹筐早被岁月磨出豁口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">补丁却在记忆里愈发清晰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">您弯腰拾穗的弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">至今还悬在田埂上方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把每一粒粮食都焐成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我掌心的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陶罐里的腌菜味还在漫延</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">顶针在旧针线盒里生锈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">三十年前的煤油灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总在深夜把您的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">钉在土墙上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晃成永不熄灭的晃动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">依然能听到您撕心的咳嗽声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">昨夜您又从梦里回来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">布鞋沾着新翻的春泥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我想摸您磨出老茧的手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指尖却穿过潮湿的雾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">没敢喊出声——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">怕惊醒土下二十年的寂静</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">麦浪每年都要漫过坟头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像她当年哄我入睡的歌谣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而月光始终在擦拭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那块被风雨啃噬的碑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把“母亲”两个字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">洗得比银河更亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我扯下一朵云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让它捎去我的牵挂问候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你好吗？母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">星光结成一张网铺满大地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我俯首躬身跋涉前行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有流星照亮 再远的路也不怕黑</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">文字：翰林居士（雍建军，笔名夜莺，汉中洋县人：写简单字，做简单人！）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">图片：网络</span></p>