<p class="ql-block">.</p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">雁阵，一把扫帚</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">王国良</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">褐色的羽毛，裹紧肉身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连缀起来，就是一把扫帚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从夏商周汉，扫到今秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">仿佛扫的就是时间的后院</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从南到北，再从北到南</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每年都要扫上一遍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">叫着喊着，扫阔了天空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">扫弯了月亮，扫蓝了乡愁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">扫，绿了江南，黄了塞外</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">磨软了风，划白了云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">多想也加入浩荡的它们</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">扫一扫，寒露后的苍凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">人世的霜雪，落日的苍茫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也扫一扫身上的落叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">露出生命的底色，再种一茬金谷子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红高粱，白桦林，采油树</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">.</span></p>