<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">中秋月最明</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">欢度国庆</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念如潮涌向通辽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者｜白爱民</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">某个瞬间来得猝不及防——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晚风掀动窗纱的轻响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">路灯把影子拉得漫长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念的种子便破土而出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裹着夜露的微凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我不敢多落一滴泪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">怕它借水汽疯长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不过转瞬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">藤蔓已爬满眼眶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">遮断望向东北的凝望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">此刻月总是格外明亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悬在墨色天际</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">栖于老槐树梢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又落回故乡那片缓坡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">坡上该漫着新翻的泥土香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阿妈晾的衣裳还在檐角轻晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这月光啊，比记忆更烫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直直落进胸膛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把每个关于故乡的字都灼亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念已成涨潮的江</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拍打着心岸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在浪尖默念熟悉的名字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">西辽河的水、黑土地的粮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雪夜里暖炉旁的家常</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">对岸的亲人该也望着月亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在浪波里打捞未诉尽的过往</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风自东北来的时候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我总忍不住伸手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却只握住满掌冰凉——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">欲问归期，又恐问归期</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这颗飘零的心啊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还要经历多少潮汐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才能重新触到通辽的土壤</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;">2025.9.30</span></p> <p class="ql-block">原创诗歌</p><p class="ql-block">编辑 白爱民</p>