<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以诗人的名义，叩开祭拜屈原之门</span></p><p class="ql-block">——2026中国诗歌夏晚端午诗会暨汨罗江研学采风活动侧记</p><p class="ql-block">文/车光辉</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从深圳的霓虹里起身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">赴一场两千三百年的诗约</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">汨罗的清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把细雨织成了灰蒙蒙的幔帐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">推窗时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">楚地给远客来了一个拥抱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨丝沾满了衣裳</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">九点的铃响过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">获奖者登台亮相</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌声落进雨雾里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">笔落在红纸黑字上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从此，诗歌又多了一群归人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和汨罗江，签了这辈子的约</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">嘉宾走上台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">聊《离骚》的韵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">聊楚辞的魂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">聊那个抱石的身影，纵身跃入波涛汹涌的江</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">话音刚落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨突然就急了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">噼里啪啦打在瓦檐上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像天地替屈子，哭那百年孤愤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">偌大的会堂里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只听见，诗心和着雨声跳，一阵风雨声骤响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">访谈落了幕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨也收了声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">云撕开一道口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天光漏下来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">打湿的青草沾着鞋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们站在屈子园的古树下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把影子，和千年的树影，叠成一程</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们走向香草湖的时候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天已经全晴了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">湖水清得能接住云影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">岸边的香草晃着，应了那句“香草美人”的名</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">四十个天南地北的诗人，分乘三艘龙舟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">木桨落下去，劈开满湖碎金</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">桨声齐整，像千年之前，百姓追觅英魂的呐喊声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">到了湖心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">屈子的后人端起第一筐祭品</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">粽子和白馒头，落进碧波里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">白白的馒头浮在水面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一群舒展的白鹅，顺着波纹漫开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漫成一湖的心情，一湖的崇敬</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">突然，诗声在龙舟上响起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这个捧起《离骚》，那个诵了新章</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一句接一句，顺着江风飘开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飘往那个孤独灵魂的身旁</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们以诗为祭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以诗人的名义，叩响千年的门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阳光落在浪尖上，闪得人眼眸发烫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来屈子从来没有走</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他就在这江波里，就在这诗行里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就在每个诗人，滚烫的心脏上</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一个时辰太短了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">靠岸的时候，日头已经斜了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夕阳把余晖铺在屈原祠的飞檐上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们挨着古桂站好</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">快门按下的那一刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">余晖刚好落在我们激动的脸颊上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把每个人的影子，拉得很长很长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">今天活动就走到这里了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从细雨蒙蒙到晴光满湖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从颁奖台到龙舟深处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们循着蓝墨水的上游而来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把诗心，种在了屈子停留过的故土</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晚风卷着江声吹过来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我听见，两千多年的求索</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还在江水里面，哗哗地，流</span></p>