<p class="ql-block">文/胥山人</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号：10149003</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">书房的风，掀动一页泛黄的回忆录</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一九二六年的月光，落进父亲的出生地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">洪溪马塔塘，黄家庙村的泥土</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">埋着他最初的啼哭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">父亲七岁那年，祖母的体温随炊烟散尽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">家贫如洗，连棺木都成了奢望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">三十块银元</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把他的童年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从他父亲颤抖的掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">换给了异乡一座和尚庙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那道父与子的转身剪影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">被岁月拉成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他心头，解不开的怨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">幸而西塘的老妪，从讨债的人群里走来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唤他一声“孩子”，领他回了里仁桥港的王氏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">书香门第的窗棂下，寄祖翁教他认读</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《百家姓》《三字经》的墨香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">漫过乱世的烽烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">八岁那年，他从小学一年级直升三年级</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">奖状，贴满了飘摇的时光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一九三七年的炮火，炸碎了课堂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">逃难的路上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">寄祖父母的脊背</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是他头顶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">永不坍塌的墙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">丁家桥的炊烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">煨暖了流亡的岁月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">后来，我总在字里行间辨认</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当年我父亲童年那个转身的背影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">才懂这三十块银元卖身的重量</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">压着父亲，说不出的绝望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不是狠心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是乱世里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最刻骨的托举</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今，风又掠过书房</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">父亲的笔迹，还在纸上醒着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像一道永不褪色的岸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">守护着我</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一次</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">回望的泪光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也照亮我，前行的方向</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">后记：</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泛黄的纸页，藏着父亲的颠沛与守望。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原来那道转身的背影，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是乱世里最沉的爱，最暖的守护。</span></p>