<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者：胡杨林的回忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇：1341463</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">音乐：风往故乡吹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片：网络（年画）</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腊月雪 如期而至</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又一次飘落到窗前</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我没动 只把目光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">久久地凝向 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>地图上的那个点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">闭上眼 儿时的年味</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">便翻山越岭 漫到了鼻尖</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那时候的年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是从妈揭开蒸笼开始的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">白汽裹着枣香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把半条街巷熏得清甜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我扒着灶台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">等那第一口烫嘴的年糕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">烫得直转圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也舍不得 吐出来半点</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">爸总会在这时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">背着一捆年货进院</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红纸黑字的春联</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还有那挂 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>能炸响云天的“大地红”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他故意把糖块藏在柜顶最高处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看我踮着脚 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像只笨拙的小熊 急得团团转</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">除夕夜的灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总是亮到黎明</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">妈给我套上新做的棉袄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">硬邦邦的 却暖得</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">能抵住西北风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">兜里装满了炒花生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">走起路来 哗啦 哗啦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是全世界 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最富有的 声响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今 我在异乡的高楼里坐着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">电视里播着热闹的联欢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我总觉得 少了点什么</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">哦 是少了那声熟悉的呼唤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">少了那缕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">混着柴火气的 炊烟</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我没有回去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">爸妈已远 思念太沉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只是在心里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悄悄 推开了那扇木门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看见妈在灶台前 爸在屋檐下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而那个穿着新棉袄的小孩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正蹦蹦跳跳地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">奔向 他们温暖的臂弯</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雪还在下 年还在过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我对着故乡的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">敬了一杯酒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就当是 我回到了那个</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再也回不去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却永远刻在心底的 从前</span></p> HAOXIANGHUIJIAGUONIAN