<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾经被沐浴、惊艳过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为还能在那个山坳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再见落日云隙中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">透射出的丁达尔光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可是不再走盘山路了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从大山穿肠而过时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">朝厚重的穹盖仰望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一次又一次摇头而去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾将头埋进母亲怀里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在她摩挲我发毛那一刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌心的暖柔亦如耶稣光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿透了我的呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为忙过了还有机会</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可是后来按分秒打卡了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在她的隧道匆匆而过时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻的叹息被笛声淹没</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为她两眼会一直放光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为她的双手不会变凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为树叶飘落还会重生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总以为缺了再圆还是月亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> <span style="font-size:22px;"> 2026年8月9日于母亲病榻</span></p>