<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者：婵忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">朗读：老王</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">镰刀擦亮晨光的瞬间</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲的皱纹里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">淌出三十年的麦香</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">他弯腰的弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">与金黄的麦浪</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">在风中重叠成永恒的图腾</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">麦穗沉甸甸地垂下头</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">像极了父亲微驼的脊梁</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被日头晒红的手掌</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">抚摸过每一根麦秆</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">粗糙的纹路里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">藏着土地最真挚的私语</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">打麦场扬起金色的雪</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">木锨划出优美的弧线</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲的吆喝声</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">惊起一群麻雀</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">掠过堆成小山的麦垛</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">抖落满身的碎阳光</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光爬上麦秸堆时</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲蹲在田埂边</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">卷一支呛人的旱烟</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">火星明明灭灭</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">烟灰落进泥土里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">开出细小的光</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今麦浪依旧翻滚</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">而田埂上</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那道熟悉的身影</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">早已化作云影</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">每当麦香漫过村庄</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">风里都是他</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size:22px;">未说完的牵挂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>