<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 雪（外四首）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 杨晓婷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">1：我把冬天提前度过了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我把冬天提前度过了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在西宁，在橡皮山的垭口风，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">吹走我从南方带来的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">斑马线和密集的人群雪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">早早经过了我</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这当然不是你从温室里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">寄来的信笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这是我解下碎花围裙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">毅然带走的碎花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在海拔3871米的高山上我，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">披挂着一场茫茫大雪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">无畏得像第一次遇见生活。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">2：指尖上的江湖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">十指都有江湖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些盘旋在指纹里的命数</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多少人端坐在自己的迷宫里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一生都难以寻到</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指尖的入海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">譬如，我的姑姑她一生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以锄头为武器开荒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">锄草，播种</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在一块农田里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">耕耘自己的四季</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多少年过去了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">手指上的纹路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">失去了清晰的路径，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一道高高的堤坝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把她曾有过的江河，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拦截在一座村庄里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">姑姑老了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">手指总会莫名疼痛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">十个指尖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都有一场欲言又止的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">滂沱大雨。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">3：幻象</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">左边，只剩下一截木桩了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">右边，垃圾桶静默身后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">几棵树在落日里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缓缓挪动密茂的身影。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也许我看到的是</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一张长椅的晚年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那么多风从无尽的旷野赶来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只一瞬，它们坐满在椅子上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">4：我们都是被天空爱过的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有时，披着天空出门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在街角遇见你或他</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我都倍觉亲切</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们都是被天空爱过的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从天空中出生，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又将回到天空里去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们有着均匀流转的四季</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">身上同样流淌着蓝色的血液</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多么勇敢，秉承了天空的自由</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们挣脱一扇门，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿越了斑马线的起伏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">5：夜宿青海湖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">马站着睡了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它的梦比我的梦自由</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有无边的草原疾驰。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">嘴角残留的春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还在生生不息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的梦会撞墙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有瘀伤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让我不得不在疼痛中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">反复醒来。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">反复将一扇窗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">推出一条</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">向外奔跑的小路</span></p>