<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">图/网络</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/飞扬的青春</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号/10981488</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">风裹着炊烟钻进堂屋</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲正拿着铁钳拨弄</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">灶膛渐熄的火苗，若明</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">若暗的灰烬里，忽然蹦出</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">几点橘红的火星，炫得</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">她鬓边的白发都显出了</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">暖光，灶台已垂垂老矣</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">土砖缝里，积着成年累月</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的烟灰，摸上去温暖，厚重</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">小时候，我有时也蹲在</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">灶膛边帮母亲续柴火</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">干枯的枝叶塞进去，火星</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">子“噼啪”着，炸出细碎</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的光，映得我满脸通红</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲顺手把埋在灶灰里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的红薯扒出来拍拍，剥开</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那层薄薄的壳，把金黄</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">软糯的瓤塞到我手里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">烫得我两手来回轻抛</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">然后一股甜香顺着</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">舌尖，漫到我的后脑勺</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">有时，邻居们端着饭碗</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">过来凑热闹，灶膛的火</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">将唠嗑人的影子映在墙上</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">连灶台上摆的粗陶碗，都</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">沾着火星子的暖光，我</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">指尖蹭过灶台被火烤得</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">发烫的砖，看着那几点</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">星火在灰烬里明明灭灭</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">才懂得这簇火不只是烧饭</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的焰，它盛着几代人攒下</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的烟火气，把贫寒年月里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">的温热，全埋在余烬里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">这灶膛里的星火，永远</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">是家在暗夜里遗存的那点</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">柔光，只要它还在跳跃</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">走得再远的人，顺着烟火</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">味，就能摸到热乎的根</span></p>