<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家的听觉空间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">拖鞋叩响地板的轻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是晨钟最柔的韵脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水壶哼着连贯的调</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把阳光的碎金</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">熔成流动的暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">孩子朗读声里的平仄</p><p class="ql-block">与书架上抽出书页的沙沙</p><p class="ql-block">在空气里织成网</p><p class="ql-block">门轴转动的微响</p><p class="ql-block">是晚归者踮脚放下的安稳</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">这些震动从不是无序的浪</p><p class="ql-block">是气场里的星轨</p><p class="ql-block">循着各自的轨迹运行</p><p class="ql-block">每个音节都带着光</p><p class="ql-block">把日子照得透亮</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家的厨房</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">米缸站在角落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">挺着圆鼓鼓的肚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每粒米都揣着饱满的春</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灶台亮得能映出云影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">油烟被收拾得服服帖帖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只留葱花的香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在瓷砖的呼吸里 长成常青藤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">锅铲与锅底的私语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总带着恰到好处的温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盐罐里的白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是日子析出的结晶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每个角落都透着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">"足"字的踏实</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">女主人的脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>她的眼角眉梢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盛着大地的弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">接纳哭闹的褶皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也盛下归来的风尘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">笑起来时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">眼角的细纹里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">能长出整个春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她不说话的时候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">目光落在哪里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">哪里就生出土</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">米缸里的饱满</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灶台上的洁净</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都是她掌心的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">慢慢焐热的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">岁月的根</span></p>