<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">砚台里的墨沉了又浮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我捏着毛笔，腕子软得像没了骨头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“平安”二字落纸时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最后那一横，拖得比去年的霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还凉</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老伴在灶上翻着年糕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蒸汽把窗玻璃糊成毛边</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">对面阳台的花枯了半截</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">去年这时候，孙子正扒着栏杆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">喊“爷爷快看烟花”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">今年视频里，他举着作业本</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">声音隔着电流，有点远</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">电视里的戏文唱到“团圆”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">突然卡成雪花点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我摸出柜底那瓶酒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">给老伴的杯里匀了半盏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">自己的那杯满着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">碰在一起的轻响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像两块老骨头在喘</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">寒风打着旋儿缠上灯笼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红光是暖的，风是冷的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">墙上的挂历被风掀起角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">离春节还有五天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我用指腹数着那些格子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每个空着的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都长出模糊的期盼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又被一声叹息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">吹得老远</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灯笼的光晕在院里铺开暖黄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老伴把凉透的年糕重新蒸了蒸，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">"孩子们爱吃热乎的"，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蒸锅的嗡鸣裹着白汽，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">漫过那句没说出口的——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">"哪怕就咱们俩"。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把写废的春联揉成纸团，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">扔进火塘，火星子窜起来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">照见梁上悬着的腊鱼腊肉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是上月赶集时挑的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那时还盘算着，够一大家子嚼到初五。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">手机在桌上震了震，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是儿子发来的转账，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">附言"爸，买些好吃的"。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我盯着那串数字，像盯着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">空荡的堂屋，怎么也填不满。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">后半夜起了风，卷着灯笼晃，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把影子投在墙上，忽短忽长。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老伴说"睡吧，明儿还得贴福字"，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我摸着枕头边的老花镜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">镜片上，不知何时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落了层薄薄的霜——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像那些数着日子的盼头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看着亮，碰着凉。</span></p>