<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">搭把手的温度</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">邓建强</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">方向盘磨亮黎明</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">站台，竹筐，扁担弯成月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">弯腰——七百二十次春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">公交车成为移动的河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红薯塞进驾驶座，比糖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">更甜的是那声“慢些走”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">手套递过去，口罩递过去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">腊月忽然开出花朵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">后视镜里，老人正把日光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一捆一捆搬进车厢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而拐进院子的中巴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">多绕了半首山歌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在石阶与石阶之间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们把自己弯成桥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让菜篮里的露水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">平平地过了河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风在站台数硬币</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">数不清的零钱里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人悄悄多放了一枚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">早春的霞光</span></p>