<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文：玉树临风•小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号码：515062164</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>图片：手机与网络谢谢</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《挖婆婆丁》诗文：小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨光晨光把安邦河熨成绸缎时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">邻家大哥的门轴转了两圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">两个退休的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">踩着向东的路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把一千米的晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">走成带露的闲谈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">婆婆丁藏在草色里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">举着嫩黄的火苗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小锹轻轻叩击土地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">便有白浆渗出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像春天没说出口的疼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又带着清苦的甜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风从河面漫过来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">拂过柳丝的新绿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也拂过站起弯腰的背影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泥土的腥气混着草香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在空气里酿成酒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让人想起年轻时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也这样在岗位上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把时光，弯成收获的形状</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">大约，两小时后</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">篮子沉甸甸的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">装着一筐星星点点的绿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也装着河水潺潺的回声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">归途，踩着夕阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">影子被拉得很长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像那些没说完的话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在晚风里轻轻晃</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晚上的餐桌多了一盘佳肴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">带着田野的清苦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">另一份分摊在竹匾上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">会被阳光晒成褐绿色的茶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等着某个燥热的午后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泡出整个河堤的春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">明天，小锹还会叩响土地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">婆婆丁还会在晨光里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等着三个身影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把寻常的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">种进泥土，也种进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">彼此相伴的流年</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">【序】文：小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此文以在安邦河畔挖婆婆丁的经历为引索，串联起清晨三人邀约，河堤的春景，劳作的细节与收获的满足，将平凡的日常融入自然的生机，既展现了婆婆丁作为野菜的食用价值，更传递出老友相伴，乐享生活的温暖与惬意。</span></p>