<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">文：荣华富贵</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">图：致谢网络</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">美篇号：26358026</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总在异乡的窗台，认出它</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">清瘦的轮廓，裹着麦秸秆的香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像母亲补过的粗布衫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">洗得发白，却暖得扎实</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它总在老槐树的枝桠间晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃过晒谷场的石碾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃过井台上，木桶撞出的空响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃过我童年，光着脚丫追的萤火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那时它离屋顶很近</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">近得能听见瓦缝里的虫鸣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">近得能数清，父亲烟袋锅里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">明灭的星子，和月亮一样亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今它悬在高楼的缝隙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风一吹，就晃出故乡的模样</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃出灶台边，母亲鬓角的霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃出我藏在喉头的，一声未喊的娘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它还是那么懒，不肯挪地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">守着老院的柴门，守着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我走时，没来得及带走的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">半块月光，和月光里的乳名</span></p>