<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">立夏后的第一场雨</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">立夏以来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">云层压得很低，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一块拧不干的旧抹布，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悬在晒裂的田埂上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天气预报说局部有雨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但雨总是绕过我们，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落在邻县的统计表里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秧苗蜷着身子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一群等不到母亲的孩子。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到昨夜——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雷声突然咬破天空的血管，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨点砸下来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又密又急，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像迟到的道歉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像憋了太久的真话。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">田埅开始咕咚咕咚喝水，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蛙声重新接管夜晚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲站在屋檐下抽烟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">烟头的红光明明灭灭，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一颗终于落定的心。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">芒种前的焦渴</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">立夏过后，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">苍溪的云越飘越薄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像被晒褪色的蓝布衫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晾在龟裂的河床上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水库见了底，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">露出多年前沉没的磨盘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石槽里还卡着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">半粒未碾完的谷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天气预报总在傍晚道歉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说雨水正在路上——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">或许堵在了秦岭隧道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">或许走岔了嘉陵江的支流。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秧田张开皲裂的唇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蝉鸣一声比一声哑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到端午前夜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">闪电突然撕开天幕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨点像银亮的钉子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把干渴的大地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">钉回湿润的轮回里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">清晨去看田，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲蹲在埂上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指间泥土正簌簌苏醒——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“听，稻根在吸水”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他耳语般说道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛怕惊扰了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这场来之不易的甘霖。</span></p>