<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/玉飞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图/网络</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨，落下来了——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是春雨，不是夏雨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是落在麦穗上的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一场葬礼。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">金黄的波浪还在昨天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还在老农的梦里翻滚，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">镰刀磨亮了，草帽洗净了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连晒谷场的石头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都等得发了烫。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">睁眼间，天塌了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是一声雷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是一闪电，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是连夜不断</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像天池溃堤一样</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浇下来的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">绝望。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">麦子倒了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是一棵，是一片，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是老农弯腰200天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一寸一寸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从土里抠出来的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">全部。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他站在田埂上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没有骂天，没有跺脚，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只是站着，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一株被水浸透的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻草人。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">然后，眼泪下来了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">混着雨水，流进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">龟裂的掌纹，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">流进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再也回不去的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">去年秋天——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那时他播下种子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以为播下的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是日子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是希望，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是孙子的学费，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是老伴的药。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">现在，只是一场</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">提前到来的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腐烂。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远处，收割机的轰鸣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一声遥远的嘲笑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而他们，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">终于蹲下去，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把脸埋进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一双</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">泡得发白的手里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨，还在下。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛这世上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有些丰收，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">注定要被</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没收。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">2026.6.6日写于麦收季节的雨中</span></p>