<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原创/河洛散人</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我该怎样把星河揉碎，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">铺成你襟前被秋雨沁凉的金穗？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当红旗漫卷过湿透的万家檐角，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光与雨幕争夺大地的书牍</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一面是九州烟火的篆刻——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长城蜿蜒着雨水未干的墨痕；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一面是桂香浸泡的誓约：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"圆"字在潮润的唇齿间生根</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们曾在玉露里豢养离别，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让信笺夹带今年格外绵长的雨线；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而今霓虹在雨水中氲开的鼎彝间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每缕光都撑着雨伞长出相连的骨肉</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看！烟火透过多重雨幕绽放，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">经纬线系着水珠成为故乡的坐标；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">听！国歌漫过积雨的云层时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">桂籽在潮湿的月饼褶里燃烧</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">请收下这双重节气的馈赠：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用盈缺和连绵阴雨酿就的醇酒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浇灌被秋雨浸润的赤诚土壤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让相思在雨声淅沥的晨光中熟透</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">若佳节必须存在诗眼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的平仄终将为雨滴押韵；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">若团圆需要注脚——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你眼底有永不消散的雨云，却依然升起着朝阳</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">【七十六年雨典】</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这绵长恰如七十六个丰年的脉动——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每滴雨都含着旧年星火，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在宋陵石像的眉宇间汇聚成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">测量光阴的竖琴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">伊洛河持续搬运着时代的密语，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">将康百万庄园的砖雕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浸染成更深沉的赭红：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"此身已在复兴途中"</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨线穿过高铁站的新月形穹顶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在北斗导航的轨迹里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">编排丰收的摩斯电码</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有雨滴都在奔向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那片不曾淋湿的晨曦——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当七十六支烛火在雨夜里转身，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浸透的旗帜依然在云端</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">升起新的经纬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们掌心的湿痕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正长出整个民族的根系</span></p>