<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">五十二道晨光</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/郝锦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五十二道晨光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五十二个年头。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">记得那一天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">右手举起来时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">光从指缝间漏下来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">细碎的，落在眼底。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">大半辈子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多是寻常日子。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">埋头做事，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不追声响。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">名利放下了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">头发也白了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可心里那点念想，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还在。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">今天又是七月一日。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风从窗外进来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我坐在老地方，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">望着一个方向。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一生，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">守住心里那面旗就够了——不必说给人听。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那面旗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从戈壁飘到窗前，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从少年飘到暮年。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它没有褪色，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是因为有人用一生替它挡着风沙。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五十二道晨光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一道都照见一个早晨——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">照见那年举起的手，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">照见后来走过的路，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">照见如今窗前的白发。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">光还在，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">旗还在，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">方向还在。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晨光知道。</span></p>