<p class="ql-block"><b>文/逸香雪莹/ 139701282</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">插图/手机拍摄</span></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>它不等燕子归来，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">也不等桃枝染红。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">当残雪还在山头喘息，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">它已把根须，悄悄伸向暖的方向。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">雨是细的，风是软的，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 农人弯腰的手掌带着去年的茧。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 它被埋进黑暗，却不说委屈，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 只把壳裂开一道缝，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 让光，从内部长出来。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">孩子把它放进庭院一角，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 每天浇水，问：“你醒了吗？”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 它不答，但某天清晨，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 两片嫩芽顶开湿土，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 像举起小小的、绿色的信。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">春风浩荡，百花争发，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 而它只是静静站着，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 用茎叶记下阳光的温度，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 用年轮藏起雷声与旱季。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">多年后，有人在树荫下歇脚，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 说：“这树真好。”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 无人记得，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 曾有一粒种子，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">在无人看见的夜里，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 独自相信过整个春天。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">一粒种子知道春天——</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 不是因为它看见了花开，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 而是它愿意，在冷土里，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 先成为春天。</span></b></p>