<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诵读：惊世</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号：661003</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片：网络（致谢）</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当第一缕火光在子夜醒亮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">锻出铁与血的骨梁，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗角劈开旧世界的墙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每道折痕都是山河的脉象。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">南昌城墙记得那声响，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">草鞋踏过雪山与泥泞的光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">枪杆子里长出新的国章，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗影覆盖每寸破碎的边防。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抗洪时裹住沙袋的崩响，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">震区里撑起倾斜的梁，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">火场中卷走灼人的焰浪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗角擦亮每一双年轻的手掌。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“朱日和”战车碾碎戈壁的烫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">迷彩服结满汗碱与白霜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">口令劈开风沙如刀割脸庞，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗在炮管上烙出黎明的方向。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">边关哨所的月光冻住岗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">望远镜推向万里边防，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雪崩时护住最后一盏灯光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗角拂过战士冻冰的衣裳。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">航母甲板撕开大海的苍茫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">银翼起落划出无形疆壤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">机库内汗水砸向螺丝纹网，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗影将涛声压成平铺的咏唱。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">退伍老兵抚摸褪色星芒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旧伤疤在雨天隐隐发胀，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">但他站直时仍像一杆钢桩，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旗的红，早已长进骨髓胸腔。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今我们接过那角赤阳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像接过永不降落的晨光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在每寸被守护的泥土里生长，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风过时，依旧听见你年轻的回响。</span></p>