<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">创作/玖轩翁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片/致谢网络</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇/39414741</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">题记</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 当霜风翻到日历上重阳那页时，赵老望着窗外初绽的菊，心湖难平。岁岁重阳相似，他眼底却映着新旧两重景——旧时光里茱萸带苦、家书藏霜，如今窗下暖茶甜、视频传笑。指尖摩挲着案头旧信纸的折痕，玻璃杯里新菊凝着水汽，这份心绪终化作诗行，成了这封“重阳双影”的时光信笺。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 信笺开篇，他轻声呢喃：“又逢重阳啊，旧年茅檐茱萸还在记忆里凉着，转眼孙辈捧热菊茶，把视频里的笑递来——这岁月的影，比杯里菊还稠呢。”</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">旧篱边的茱萸:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当霜把茅檐压得更低时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">祖父从野地掐回三两支茱萸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">插在漏风的篱笆上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像给破旧日子别枚瘦金的针</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">陶碗粥飘着白汽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">祖母数起罐底糙米</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说要省给城里的儿子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家书在灶台晾半宿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">字缝里的寒比窗外风更密</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">赶路人裹紧补丁棉袄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">霜硌疼磨破的鞋底</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谁折茱萸作短笛吹弯月亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像母亲送他时没忍住的哭</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">新窗下的菊香:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当阳光焐热落地窗时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲把菊花撒进保温杯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水汽漫过杯壁刻度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像给晨光裹层软糖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲在阳台切重阳糕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">桂花落在新羊绒毯上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">视频里孩童举蜡笔画</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说要分幼儿园的菊给老人尝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">电梯飘着邻居的酒气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">老人牵狗鞋沾公园草香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谁把茱萸种进瓷盆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">摆窗台，风碰响晾衣绳上的暖阳</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">时光里的重阳:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">旧篱茱萸种进阳台陶盆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当年数米的手正捏着糕粉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家书变指尖划过的视频框</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">赶路人的鞋不沾霜露奔忙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我把新摘菊花分成两束</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一束插玻璃瓶映窗外楼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一束晾成干藏去年信封</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">想寄给旧时光插茱萸的老头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">重阳还是那个重阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风里的苦换成了香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念的路不再漫长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">茱萸叶的霜变眼里暖光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 写于乙巳年九月初九金陵</span></p>