<p class="ql-block"><b>文：逸香雪莹 </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">美篇号：139701282</span></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">插图：网络</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>十年了，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我把思念折成纸船，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">放进中元节的夜色里。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">火光在指尖跳跃，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像您当年在灶台前</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">添柴时，那明灭的呼吸。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">您把一生种进土地，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">锄头磨亮了晨昏，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">汗水滴成田垄上的星。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">手掌的茧，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">是岁月刻下的年轮，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">每一道都藏着没说出口的疼。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>如今风穿过空荡的屋檐，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我总错觉是您的脚步，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">轻轻踏过门槛。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">您用的那些工具，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">还立在墙角，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像一句没说出口的叮咛，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">替我挡着人间偶尔的寒。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>今夜，我把纸钱一张张点燃，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">看灰烬乘着风上升，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">化作您窗前的云。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我不再问归期，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">因为您早已化作</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我血脉里的河，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">在每一次心跳里静静流淌。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>父亲，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">您在天堂可好？</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">这里的秋天又深了一寸，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">稻穗低垂，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像极了您弯腰的模样。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我把这满地的金黄，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">都当作给您的回信，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">写满：我很好，只是很想您。</span></b></p>