<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">《去看德仁务》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/慕京</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">热情的赵姐邀请大家了解家乡,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">平易近人的张书记和我们聊起乡村史的家常。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这里的天空飞过天鹅、雄鹰,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这里的大地来过帝王将相。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这里的历史悠久能够远接战国汉唐,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这里的农家院也曾住过红色革命的武装。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">跟随书记的脚步,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">听着德仁务村的故事,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们登上那充满历史的晾鹰台。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如同麻绳三股,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">紧凑的德仁务三个村,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">几千家院落挨着车水马龙的公路就在脚下台旁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不远高树上的鸟巢,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛触手可及。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小鸟们在左右枝间鸣唱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远近犬吠回荡条条街巷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谁能想象,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">脚下荒草灌木的土台,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾是汉朝的城邦。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谁能想象,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">眼前这一片片村庄,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾是湖泊里闪烁的层层波光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">黄土高台见证了沧海桑田的变迁,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蓝天流云将兴亡过往无声吟唱。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">书记目光炯炯,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说这里会建设出特色文化街道,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">书记纲举目张,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说这里的未来确定了很多发展方向。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">同行的杨姐听了十分感动,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">展望未来的豪情立刻洋溢出诗句行行。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">大家合影留念,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">记录下这次不平常的登高远望。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晾鹰台两千年来矗立在京津冀的平原大地,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它像雄鹰俯瞰着过去,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">傲视着未来前方。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">告别这怀古的高台,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">赵姐拉着我们去看村史馆还有电磨房。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">中途还去她家转一转,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她的先生教学美术,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">几大间屋子都是绘画宝藏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">同行的芝麻老师跟我把发现分享,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有一间屋子几乎画的都是赵姐肖像,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看来爱妻的人一定能让家业兴旺。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">来到了这里的村史馆,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们像看到时光的金矿。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">冬雪姐指着一个药箱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">告诉我这是村里第一代赤脚医生的随身家当。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">同行年长的孟老师举起一个木制品问大家叫什么?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他说谜底叫“瞎掰”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这奇怪的名字蕴含着工艺很不寻常,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一整块木头做出没有钉子的木器,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">做出来的才算是合格的木匠。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漂亮的梳妆镜连着首饰盒,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">茶叶罐挨着果盘放。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腰鼓、铜锣、录音机,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这是跨时代的组合音响。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">锄头、耙子、叉子和风箱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">洗衣机、脸盆架、大水缸,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">旧报纸糊满墙,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一件件老物件像动听的音符,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谱成了金色回忆的华美乐章。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一把威风凛凛的关刀,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凝结了村里人的习武风尚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">流星锤、九节鞭,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">会这奇门武器的高手一定让人防不胜防。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以前的运河需要长途押运货物,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所以才会有热爱功夫的村庄。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一把沾过敌人血迹的大刀,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是八路军指挥员的奖赏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一把鬼子指挥刀,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是战胜侵略者的战利品收藏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">村里烈士的英名,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">书写肃穆端庄。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们的流血牺牲,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家乡永远不会遗忘。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">走出村史馆大门,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">街对面就是村电磨房。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">门口空地上的石碾还能推动,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">依然还能碾出丰收的味香。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">磨房的木门一推就吱吱作响,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">听起来满是岁月沧桑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">几角钱的账目仍写在开裂的墙皮间点缀着灯光昏黄。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">机器还是当年的机器,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">电闸拉下没有上扬,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">清闲躺平了繁忙。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">徐老师看着两扇木门间透进的光线,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">感慨着白驹过隙,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">时光飞逝流淌。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">磨房门口大家合影,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">给这次文化之旅圆满盖章。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">相互告别,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">互勉为家乡助力起航。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">同行的各位老师,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把见闻装满行囊,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们会用创意精雕作品,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们会用心意给村庄美妆。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我也用真心记录,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在德仁务看到了历史,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是一代代勤劳的双手建设家乡。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在德仁务看到了文化,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是雄鹰的精神代代闪亮。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在德仁务看到了希望,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是赛车上赛道的轰鸣气场。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在德仁务看到了德仁,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是德政爱民仁义之乡。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">《德仁务村史馆的医药箱》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/慕京</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">医药箱的白漆被岁月从乳白熬成淡黄,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">锁扣的光泽也被红锈层层包藏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那红十字却像镶嵌一样,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">嵌进了木纹里的年轮悠长。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是谁把你随身肩扛,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">走遍了整个家乡。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是谁和你沐浴朝阳,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">踏过了村路高低坡岗。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是谁拎起你疾步跑进月光,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">冲刺去救死扶伤。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是赤脚医生带着你走街串巷,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是赤脚医生带着你把村庄丈量。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是赤脚医生带着你走过年年四季,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是赤脚医生带着你经历雨雪风霜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们是不用挂号的全科医生,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">银针、西药把你装成满满的百宝囊。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们是村落的卫生员,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们随叫随到,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一次出诊都像冲锋冲向战场。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们经过短暂的培训,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">双手就保护起百姓健康。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们日夜辛苦付出,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">服务费却往往无偿。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们是及时雨挽救生命的干涸,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们是甘草融合了万千药方。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">老人因为他们延寿安康,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">孩子因为他们减疼止伤。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">女人因为他们缓痛少凉。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们是农民,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们也是医生,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们有农民的朴实,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也有医生的善良。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有一天使命结束,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再没有赤脚医生行当。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我看着村史馆的医药箱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它好像轻轻在说,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不要把那些人遗忘。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不要忘记那些火热青春,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不要忘记那些奉献至上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我看见漆在箱子外裂成很多小片,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们变成一只只白蝶模样。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飞离了静静的木箱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飞去那一片片炊烟升起的村庄。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那边有公社无边的庄稼成长茁壮,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那边有生产队无数的向日葵永远向阳。</span></p>