<p class="ql-block"><b>文：逸香雪莹</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">美篇号：139701282</span></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">插图：网络</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>红纸还贴在门上，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> “福”字微微卷了角，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 檐下灯笼夜夜亮着，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 像一颗不肯睡去的心。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">燕子没回来，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 孩子却每天踮脚看屋檐，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 问：“它们认得咱们家吗？”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 母亲笑着点头，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 顺手把晒暖的棉垫铺在窗台，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> “认得，去年它们就住这儿。”</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>其实她知道燕巢空着，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 远行的人也还在路上。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 可她照样扫净院落，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 照样煮一锅甜酒酿，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 照样在黄昏时把灯调得更亮些。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">她说：“光亮一点，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 他们走夜路，能看见家。”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">父亲不说话，只是把门槛修平了，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 又在院角撒了小米，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 给鸟，也给可能深夜叩门的风尘。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>我站在堂屋，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 看烛光映着春联的金边，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 忽然明白：迎春，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 不是等万物齐备，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 而是心先暖起来，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 世界便有了归处。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">门楣新燕未至，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 可人间早已用温柔，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 把春天提前接进了门。</span></b></p>