<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其一：风的信笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风，是草原最古老的邮差</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它不识字，却读懂了每一株牧草的心事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从额尔古纳河的波纹里出发</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掠过马蹄踏碎的夕阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">将绿色的思念，折叠成无边的浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它吹过蒙古包的炊烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把阿妈的呼唤，揉进酥油茶的香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它穿过套马杆的顶端</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把汉子的豪情，系在云端的缰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这多情的风啊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不言不语，却写满了辽阔的诗行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一阵呼啸，都是对大地深情的告自</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其二：绿的眷恋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">草原是多情的母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用乳汁般的河水，喂养着岁月的根</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风是她温柔的手指</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">梳理着绿海起伏的发鬓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在这里，孤独是一种奢侈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">因为风总牵着云的衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">云总映着湖的眼睛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">牛羊低头吃草，是在亲吻泥土的恩赐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雄鹰展翅盘旋，是在丈量天空的深情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当夜幕降临，繁星如钻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风便停下脚步，轻哼摇篮曲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让每一个漂泊的灵魂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在青草的怀抱里，找到回家的路</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其三：灵魂的牧歌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我站在风中，听草原呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是一种来自远古的律动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">粗犷中藏着细腻，豪迈里透着温柔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风带走了尘世的喧嚣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只留下纯净的蓝，和无垠的绿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它吹散了心头的迷雾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让灵魂像野草一样，自由生长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多情的草原，接纳所有的悲欢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多情的风，抚平所有的创伤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在这里，我不再是过客</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是风中的一粒种子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">扎根在这片深情的土地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">与天地同醉，与日月共长</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/一叶知秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图/网络</span></p>