<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 昵称：安暖一生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 美篇号：65323326</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 图：网络（诚谢）</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨光刚给云朵镀上金边时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">故乡的炊烟，像慵懒的仙子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从错落的屋舍，慢悠悠升腾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">参差不齐的烟囱上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">仿若调皮的云雀，扑棱棱飞起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">儿时的我，总爱盯着炊烟看</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">瞧它涌进棉絮似的晨雾里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把晨光织成透亮的薄纱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">披在天的肩头，缠在风的发梢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母亲的呼唤，便顺着这薄纱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悠悠荡荡，落进我耳蜗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脚丫在田埂边蹦呀蹦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像装着一整个夏日的喧闹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等跑到晒谷场，定见父亲弯腰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">推着那根长长的耙子犁谷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">轮廓被炊烟氤氲得朴实又硬朗</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">挥动的木耙，扬起稻谷香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">直往我鼻孔里钻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">谷子与竹匾摩擦出的沙沙声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是乡间最安心的曲调</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连谷堆旁的蛐蛐，都在清脆歌唱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">放学后的书包在背上颠呀颠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像装着一整个春天的雀跃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等奔到小路口，准见母亲手搭额头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">倚着那株老槐树眺望，暮色里的身影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">被炊烟，剪得温柔又亲切</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灶房的热气，裹着饭菜香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蛮横地往我鼻子里钻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">铁锅与木铲碰撞出的节奏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是人间最动听的旋律</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连灶膛里的火苗，都在欢快地舞蹈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">年少时返校，山路边的炊烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是挥别的手帕，父亲的叮嘱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是炊烟里最深沉的期许</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青春时归家，车窗外的炊烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是引路的灯盏，母亲的眺望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是炊烟里最温暖的内核</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今，炊烟是记忆里的琥珀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将那些温馨的碎片，牢牢封存</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每次想起，都有细微的星芒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在灵魂深处，静静闪烁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p>