<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一瓢舀起半世纪的月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一饮醉倒几代人的梦乡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在时光褶皱里沉睡的青石井台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">至今仍渗出1960年代的甘冽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当塑料水管还在图纸上冬眠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲的黄铜水瓢是最优雅的饮器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲的扁担挑起晃动的银河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而我总在桶底捞起破碎的云朵</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青苔在井壁编织记忆的年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">辘轳声是永不跑调的摇篮曲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">冰镇过的西瓜裂出琥珀色的笑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">吊桶碰撞的叮当声</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">敲碎了整个蝉鸣的午后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这口被岁月吻过的时光泉水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">封存着大地最纯净的心跳之水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">即便漂泊的舌尖尝遍四海回甘处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我还怀念依然涌动着故乡的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那口水井</span></p>