<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文/摄影/歌唱均为原创</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">海拉尔的绿，稠得像未滤的醉</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">我陷进林子，鞋底磨着针叶的干爽</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">风没有雾，只把衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">撕出金属擦亮的声响</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">迎面撞上的，是一排立着的荒</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">树皮皲裂，像攥过锄柄的指节</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">黑土嵌进纹路，斧痕压着新伤</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">根须咬住沙岗，哪怕土层薄成冻硬的馍</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那股狠，顺着喉结往下闯</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">风雪劈过来，日头烙着烫</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们腰杆笔挺，不借谁家的墙</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">这绿不是讨巧的嫩</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">是灶台边熏出来的深黛粗黄</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">针叶如钉，抵着天光</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">夜里坐进去，月光搭在肩上时</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">松脂一滴、一滴，慢过老烟枪</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">它把心事熬成琥珀</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">不喊疼，不亮创伤</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">像屯子里那个叫"松树"的哥们儿</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">跌倒，拍掉裤管上的泥</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">只笑——牙花子白得一闪</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">他把干旱咽回去</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">转身，铺一地阴凉</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">你递一把炒瓜子，他接住</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那几乎是倒出的一半家当</span></p> <p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">这林子里早分不清哪棵是树，哪棵是人</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">一种热，能把冰碴子熔光</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">在呼伦贝尔的心脏地带</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">直到夕阳把影子拉得比树干更长</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">我就伸手，摸一摸这粗糙又温热的老乡</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">掌纹贴着年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那里面的霜雪，只认得手掌</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">东北汉子，樟子松</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">文 / 向东流</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">海拉尔的绿，稠得像未滤的醉</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">我陷进林子，鞋底磨着针叶的干爽</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">风没有雾，只把衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">撕出金属擦亮的声响</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">迎面撞上的，是一排立着的荒</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">树皮皲裂，像攥过锄柄的指节</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">黑土嵌进纹路，斧痕压着新伤</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">根须咬住沙岗，哪怕土层薄成冻硬的馍</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那股狠，顺着喉结往下闯</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">风雪劈过来，日头烙着烫</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们腰杆笔挺，不借谁家的墙</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">这绿不是讨巧的嫩</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">是灶台边熏出来的深黛粗黄</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">针叶如钉，抵着天光</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">夜里坐进去，月光搭在肩上时</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">松脂一滴、一滴，慢过老烟枪</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">它把心事熬成琥珀</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">不喊疼，不亮创伤</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">像屯子里那个叫"松树"的哥们儿</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">跌倒，拍掉裤管上的泥</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">只笑——牙花子白得一闪</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">他把干旱咽回去</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">转身，铺一地阴凉</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">你递一把炒瓜子，他接住</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那几乎是倒出的一半家当</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">这林子里早分不清哪棵是树，哪棵是人</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">一种热，能把冰碴子熔光</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">在呼伦贝尔的心脏地带</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">直到夕阳把影子拉得比树干更长</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">我就伸手，摸一摸这粗糙又温热的老乡</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">掌纹贴着年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><span style="font-size:20px;">那里面的霜雪，只认得手掌</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">照片拍摄于海拉尔国家森林公园</span></p>