<p class="ql-block"><b>文:逸香雪莹 </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">美篇号:13970128</span></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">插图:诚谢网络</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>她总在转身时,把背影留给我,</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">系着围裙,在灶前搅动粥香;</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">提着竹篮,走向沾露的菜畦;</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">或站在门槛,目送我远行,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">身影被晨雾轻轻裹住,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像一句未出口的叮咛。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">雨落下来时,她正弯腰拾柴,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 发梢滴水,肩头微湿,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 却先把伞倾向晾晒的干货。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 我喊她,她只应一声,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 继续低头,把湿柴码得整整齐齐,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 仿佛生活再难,也要码出秩序与暖意。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>夜深了,灯下穿针,</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 线头在她唇间抿直,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 针脚细密,缝补的不只是衣裳,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 更是那些被风雨撕开的日子。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 我假装睡着,却看见她揉眼,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 把叹息咽下,把月光捻成线。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">后来我走得很远,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 见过许多壮阔风景,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 可最深的安稳,仍是,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 推开门,看见她在厨房的背影,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 水汽氤氲,粥在咕嘟,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 世界再大,不过一碗热汤的距离。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>如今她老了,背影更轻,</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 像一片秋叶停在窗边。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 可只要她还在院中晾衣,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 绳上滴水,风里飘着洗衣液的清香,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 我就知道,家仍在,港湾未干。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">母亲啊,你一生未说“爱”,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 却用背影告诉我:</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">港湾,不是避风的地方,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 而是有人,甘愿站在风雨里,</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 替你挡住整个世俗的寒凉。</span></b></p>