<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇昵称：小草</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>美篇号：55312425</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻熟千重浪，风来万点轻。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">几只麻雀落穗梢，褐羽衔光，白翎蘸露，</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">一啄一停间，谷粒微颤，秋声低语。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">我驻足田埂，不敢惊扰这小小的丰收仪式。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们不是过客，是稻子熟透时，最先签收秋天的邮差。</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">九只麻雀聚成一行小楷，写在金穗的横线上。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">有的低头细数谷粒，有的忽而抬头，像在听风捎来的远方消息；</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻秆微弯，承着重量，也承着活气。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">这哪里是觅食？分明是田野在呼吸，</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">而它们，是呼吸里最轻、最亮的那一声“啊”。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻穗不言，却把饱满托举给天光；</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">麻雀不语，却用翅膀和喙，在秋光里写下短诗两行。</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">一穗一雀，一静一动，</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">便把整个季节的丰足与灵动，</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:22px;">啄得温热，栖得安稳。</span></p>