<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇昵称:秋风(广州)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号:10968670</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来源:网络(致谢原创)</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光趟过老屋的门,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一匹凉滑的香云纱,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻盖在天井的青石板上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阿妈在天井里拜月光,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">摆上月饼、柚子、苹果、芋头、香蕉几样供品,再焚几炷清香,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">对着一旁空着的红木椅,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">斟了半杯九江双蒸——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是阿爸生前最爱喝的酒。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我同细佬两家人,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把老屋的客厅挤得满满当当。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">细路仔提着灯笼追逐嬉闹,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">碰倒了茶几上的鸡公榄,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">滚了一地酸甜的香气。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">电视里面粤曲咿呀唱着《彩云追月》,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">音量调得刚好,够阿妈跟着轻轻哼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她手中蒲扇缓缓摇啊摇,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">摇碎一室如水的月光,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也摇回我儿时昏昏欲睡的旧时光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们切开荣华的蛋黄白莲蓉,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">刀锋落下,甜润的油光漫过绵密莲蓉。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">倏忽之间便想起阿爸常说的话:</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月饼要配浓茶,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">人生苦短,甜才显得绵长。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而今桌上是阿妈煮的罗汉果茶,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">清甜之中带着一丝回甘的凉,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">恰似老屋过往的岁岁年月,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">褪去浓烈,只剩一份安然悠长。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小儿子缠着阿妈讲旧时的故事,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阿妈便轻轻念起“月光光,照地堂”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">童谣如水漫过花阶砖,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漫过我们骤然安静下来的膝头。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">团圆缺失的那一角,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就这样被孩童清脆的童声填满,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又被月光镀上一层柔和的银边。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晚风卷过巷口的榕树须,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飘来隔壁糖水铺淡淡的姜撞奶香,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">混着天井里蒸熟芋头的香气,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">酿成独属于老广州的中秋滋味。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这是时光慢慢发酵出来的醇厚,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是缺憾与圆满交织在一起,家独有的气息。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夜深,街巷的脚步声渐渐稀疏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阿妈慢慢收拾拜月的供品,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">动作郑重而缓慢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">望着她微微佝偻的背影,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">恍惚间又看见从前的阿爸,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每逢中秋拜完月光,总会独自站在天井,抬首望月。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今这份惦念,悄然传到我们身上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没有人急着起身辞别。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛再多静坐一刻,如水的月光便多一分力量,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把今夜阖家相聚的模样,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">深深镌刻进老屋每一块青砖的缝隙之中,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">留给往后每一年的中秋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">趟栊门依旧,月色依旧。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">屋里来去的人事纵然更迭,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">心底对团圆的期许,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就像那一杯敬给阿爸的酒,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">岁岁斟满,从未干涸。</span></p>