<p class="ql-block">文字/丽烨</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号/220254652</p><p class="ql-block">图片/网络</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晒谷场上，稻芒在晨光里眨眼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">弯着腰的背影来回挪动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把金黄的稻谷堆成小山包</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竹耙在身后沙沙地响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲的影子慢慢往下沉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掉进谷粒间光影交织的深井</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远处家中的甘蔗林像绿色的波浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">柴刀在父亲手里挥了又挥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">刀刃裹着白天和黑夜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把日子的苦甜都封进年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还渗着血丝的受伤的手掌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">颤抖着接过甘蔗款</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">歇气时他蹲在地头数钱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沾满泥的手指蘸着唾沫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像点数岁月漏掉的沙粒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一遍一遍，又一遍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夏夜台风突然发了疯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨点噼里啪啦砸在屋顶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲猛地撞开木门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">朝晒场冲去——冲过去抢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些还摊在场上的稻谷！</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我趴在窗边只看见</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一顶草帽在雨里漂啊跑啊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最后被黑夜一口吞掉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当晨光重新补好破了的天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲又站在晒场中央</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他的背影像座沉默的丘陵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">新长的稻穗在四周摇晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻晃，又轻轻晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛要把他的背影，一寸寸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">钉进这片土地无边的黎明</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>