<p class="ql-block">文字/丽烨</p><p class="ql-block">图片/网络</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号/220254652</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">十年了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他的手掌仍在我眼前晃动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像两片风干的树皮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">随时会被风吹走</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他的掌纹是博白红土上的等高线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">大茧叠着小茧，敲起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像叩击老屋的夯土墙。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指关节突出如竹节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指甲缝里嵌着至死不渝的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">土地的契约</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;">雨天的手是忙碌的工匠：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">修补漏瓦的叮当，编竹筐的簌簌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">削扁担木柄时，老茧与刀器摩擦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">溅出细碎的火星。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">稻叶割出的血口，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在甘蔗纤毛里肿成紫葡萄。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">父亲的手是活的色谱仪：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">插秧的苔绿，割稻的金粉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剥柚子染的鹅黄，摘龙眼蹭的树胶褐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">褪荔枝壳时，绛红与单宁在褶皱里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蚀刻出老树皮的纹路</span></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;">挑不尽的荆棘断在皮肉里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">与血肉长成连体婴儿。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他用烧红的针尖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">挑开死皮，手稳如犁辕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“留着罢，又不碍事”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像谈论田里倔强的稗草</span></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;">临终那刻，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他的手凉成生锈的锄头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">仍保持握柄的弧度。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我的手指</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绵软如稻穗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却在每道掌纹里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">触摸到他耕作过的经纬</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">名人将手印拓在水泥上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而我的父亲，他将掌纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留在了每寸翻松的红土里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留在了每穗弯腰的稻谷上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留在了桉树皮的裂纹间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留在了甘蔗叶的沙沙声里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">永远保持着劳动的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">永远温暖着我的后半生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p>