<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者：胡杨林的回忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇：1341463</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片：网络</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那年八月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">信封拆开时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">满纸墨迹洇着故乡的暑气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蝉声正沸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲说邻村的姑娘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像荷塘里刚冒尖的菱角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">催我趁八月十五前回去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我捏着信纸，望向窗外</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">训练场的尘土扬起又落下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">哨所的电话线在风里嗡嗡响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛北疆提前到来的寒意</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那夜我独自擦了三遍枪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月亮从枪管里升起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一半照见故乡的蒲扇与瓜藤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一半照着界碑旁未化的霜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后来听说她嫁到邻县</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多年后的一个黄昏我才知晓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她便是中学坐在前排</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总在自习课回头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">为我讲解习题的班长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">十六岁的我</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾在课本留白处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悄悄描摹过她侧脸的轮廓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今八月又至</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我把两地的月光叠成纸船</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一封寄往故乡的荷塘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一封沉入戈壁的沙砾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们会在某处相遇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像那年没有启程的列车</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">载着一整个夏天的秘密</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缓缓驶过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">无人知晓的站台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p>