<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">米缸见底时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指尖划过陶壁的纹路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像数着日子的刻度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最后一粒米在掌心发亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是阳光缩成的舍利</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">菜籽油在铁锅冒起青烟时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总能呛出一声咳嗽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">父亲转身的弧度里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏着几十年的火候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盐粒落在汤里的瞬间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">整个厨房都亮了亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">酱缸在墙角沉默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把光阴腌成深褐色</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">掀开盖子的刹那</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陈年的故事涌出来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">带着点咸，带着点涩</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">醋瓶子倒斜时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">酸味漫过门槛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像那些没说出口的委屈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在空气里慢慢散了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留下点清冽的余温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">茶在玻璃杯里舒展</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">根根直立，又缓缓下沉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像我们终其一生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都在练习的——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在沸腾里，保持从容</span></p> <p class="ql-block">图片／.感谢网络</p>