<p class="ql-block">文字：幽邃风沙</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号/66536270</p><p class="ql-block">图片/网络（诚谢）</p> <p class="ql-block"><a href="https://www.meipian.cn/5l5v3k24?first_share_to=copy_link&share_depth=1&first_share_uid=66536270" target="_blank">网页链接</a>白雪韵春诵读</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风先踮着脚，摸过稷王山的脊梁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把最后一片残雪，揉成溪水里的碎光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">柳芽攥着鹅黄的小拳头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在渠边探头，数着归燕的翅膀</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">阳光悄悄漫开，落遍坡头与田壤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风筝线牵着孩子们的笑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在云里打了个滚，又落回黄土坡上</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我蹲在田埂，掐一把荠菜的嫩香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泥土里，还埋着去年没说完的家常</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">燕子把南方的暖，织进檐下的巢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旧木梁上，又飘起新的呢喃</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把蒲剧的调儿，哼给杏花听</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花瓣便落满了，我沾着麦香的衣衫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">春雨是最软的笔，蘸着汾水的墨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在田垄上写满嫩绿的诗行</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">麦苗拔节的声响，撞醒了布谷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风里慢慢漾开五谷丰登的念想</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我站在三月的门槛，看时光轻缓流淌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把乡愁折进纸鸢，往春天的方向放</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些倔强的嫩绿，从墙角、路旁铺展</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">托着我滚烫的念想，往阳光里长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蝴蝶扇动翅膀，碰醒了沉睡的田埂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我听见万物生长的声响，轻轻回荡</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这春天，是稷王山的风，是汾河的浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是我攥在手里，不肯放的故乡</span></p>