<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原创/河洛散人</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">嵩山北麓的秋风</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">把崖边的云朵</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">揉成皱巴巴的日程</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">本该是游刃的刀锋</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">切开澄澈天空</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">却在伊洛河滩</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">踩出连滚带爬的脚印</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">石窟寺的秋雨</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">开始审问柏树叶</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">像父亲，像某个深夜</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我对自己的训斥：</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">“睁眼说瞎话的人呐</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">明明在哽咽——”</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨滴打湿杜甫故里的瓦当</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">替我说出未完的辩解</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">黄河在邙岭下</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">转出一个金色的弯</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">多像那碗</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">凉了又热的小米粥</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">和无数个</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">被石磨碾过的梦</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们曾想破云生长</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今在黄土垄间</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">曲了又曲</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">总有老话在风里：</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">“会好的，从从容容...”</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我伸手去接</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">只接住慈云寺的落叶</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">和一句</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">沉甸甸的“没出息”</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">但秋风穿过柿树林</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">掀开雨帘一角——</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">晒秋的阿婆递来热茶</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">场院孩童在踩水欢笑</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">河洛交汇处亮起渔火：</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">“天凉了，一起熬。”</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来这场秋雨</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">不只淋湿我一人</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">千万颗水珠里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">都映着宋陵石像</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">在青纱帐里守护着</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">仓皇却依然</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">抽穗的我们</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓成熟</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">或许并非变得从从容容</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是终于看懂：</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">这片黄土里连滚带爬的根</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">才是对生活</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">最深的懂得</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者简介：河洛散人 ，河南巩义张家楼居者，寄情山水，心向天涯。短吟长啸伴笔耕，行处禅机风雨声。</span></p>