美篇作者✍🏾踏风云 <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">十月的风，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裹着桂香掠过山河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一片叶子都举着光斑，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像小小的火焰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在田埂，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在楼尖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在孩子扬起的笑涡里闪烁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长安街的晨雾漫过灯柱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些熟悉的轮廓渐渐清晰——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是卢沟桥的石狮醒着，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数着过往的车辙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是港珠澳大桥的钢索绷着，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">牵着碧波</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是戈壁滩的光伏板亮着，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">铺成银色的河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">洮儿河知青，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论着丰收，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也谈论着跋涉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论稻穗压弯的弧度，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和掌心磨亮的锄头把儿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论火箭升空的角度，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也念着当年田埂上的星光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们谈论《青春岁月》，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也谈论《逐梦人生》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论扉页上未干的批注，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是少年在知青点就着煤油灯的笔迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论书脊间叠起的厚度，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是从田间地头走向各行各业的脚印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谈论每一扇窗里亮起的灯火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">灯下摊开的书页与当年洮儿河的田垄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都在诉说：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每段青春的落笔，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都连着家国的轮廓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一次逐梦的启程，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都汇入九百六十万平方公里的星河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">今天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不必说太多宏大的辞藻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只需把国旗贴在胸口，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把书脊靠在掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">听风穿过街巷时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">捎来的那句</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却沉甸甸的——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你好，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的祖国；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你好，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的青春年华，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我曾逐梦的里程。</span></p> 谢谢🙏收看