<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：网络和手机拍摄</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>故园的桑树撑开一把绿色的巨伞，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">把我的整个童年，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">都拢在斑驳的影子里。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">奶奶就坐在那张褪色的竹椅上，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">蒲扇摇得慢，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">摇碎了满地细碎的阳光，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">也摇慢了，那些回不去的岁月。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>她总爱仰起头，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">眯着眼寻最紫的那一串。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">枯瘦的手指轻轻捏住果柄，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像捏着一段小心翼翼的往事。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">“这颗甜，给你。”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">她笑着递过来，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">指尖还沾着洗不掉的紫，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像时光不小心，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">在她手上盖下的印章。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>我踮着脚去够，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">却总够不到她眼里的温柔。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">风一吹，桑葚落了几颗，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">掉在奶奶的围裙里，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像一句句没说出口的叮咛。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">如今老桑树还在，竹椅却空了。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">我站在树下，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">风穿过枝叶，沙沙作响，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">像奶奶还在耳边，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">轻轻唤我的乳名。</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>有些甜，</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">要等岁月酿过，才懂；</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">有些人，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">要等走远了，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">才知她早已把整个春天，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">都藏在了那棵桑树的年轮里。</span></b></p>