<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文 字：雨霏霏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号：42946745</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图 片：网络致谢</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青铜鼎上的纹络默默伸展，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">玄鸟的印记悄然落入苍茫山川。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黄土坡上的第一声呼喊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">渭水蜿蜒，把这一方风情传向遥远。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">周原的陶埙在烽火台边吹暖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">先民把谷粒与箭镞埋进土壤里面，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等候长风送来粗放秦腔在天空盘旋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">驼铃将古曲洒向河西沙原，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月牙泉饮尽征人干涸的望眼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">碑林中未刻的诗句墨迹犹鲜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灞桥折柳，抛下半声嗟叹。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老戏台把朝代的更替重演，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一块块秦砖蕴含五音的幽远。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">油灯下针线缝补旧戏服的破绽，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">粗盐与小米在琴弦上起伏回旋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">麦浪驮着晒皱的戏文翻越山峦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唢呐声驱散熬药时的心酸。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红绸缠住旧犁破开春土地面，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">戏词在缺口碗边叮咚连绵。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">铜钹突然划破三更雨帘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">胭脂勾画忠奸在额前争演。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蟒袍抖落风雪脚步稳如磐，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水袖甩出一条星河落人间。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黑脸吼声震动星移斗转，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">白髯飘过汉唐遗留的霜寒。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">后台草鞋沾满泥土的香软，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">前台已唱尽生死之间的怆然。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">断指老人用烟杆敲着节段，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">孩童幕后偷学那翻江手段。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">戏里的天地靠油彩重新展现，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落幕时满座空椅仍有余暖。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这唱腔会把魂魄铸成永恒的典范，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让麦尖与箭锋在嗓音里共安。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在拖腔中跪拜黄土高原，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每声高昂都掘向血脉的根源。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">听啊！大地深处传来古老的震颤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">三秦子弟正接过这苍茫的承传。</span></p>