<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">金穗垂头熟晚秋，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绿浪深处隐田畴。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小径蜿蜒通旧梦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">稻香漫过屋前头。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">云低不雨天如洗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">静听禾下诉年流。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">谁在乡间守故土？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一纸清欢写未休。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他曾是讲台前那盏不灭的灯，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">三十六载粉笔尘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">化作心田稻穗生。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">化学方程式写不尽人间冷暖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">退休后，笔尖却涌出汩汩深情。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">二十年如一日，伏案如耕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《镇志》成册，《印象》留名。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《淳河水》畔，字字如珠落玉盘声，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小说卷起风云，散文拾起光阴。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">樟树湾里有故事，草根亦可传英名，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《爱的传播》不是口号，是脚步丈量过的田埂。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">为《浏阳日报》写晨露，为《教育》栏写晚星，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">十万字稿纸铺成另一条讲程。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">年近花甲执笔起，谁道桑榆晚景？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老骥仍知路长，蹄声笃定。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">2020年入作协，不是终点，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>是稻穗低头的谦敬。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他非名家，只是乡间一农耕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用文字播种记忆，用岁月收割安宁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">银发映初心，不为功名，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只为那一片金黄的稻声——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在风里，在纸上，在人心深处轻轻鸣。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> (茶 客)</span></p>