<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其一：老屋的银霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光不是光，是时间的霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悄悄落在青瓦的脊背上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那棵枣树还站着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">枝桠间挂着七十年代的旧梦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风一吹，叶子沙沙作响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像是父亲旱烟袋里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">未燃尽的余温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">院墙斑驳，爬满了岁月的苔痕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我伸手去摸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指尖触到的凉意</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竟是童年那碗井水的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">门环锈了，锁不住往事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只锁住了一地清辉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和那个在门槛上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数星星的孩子</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其二：炊烟与归途</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">村口的路，被月色拉得很长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长得像母亲纳鞋底的那根线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一头系着游子的行囊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一头拴着老屋的灶膛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">炊烟散了，味道还在</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是柴火混合着红薯香的记忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今城市霓虹闪烁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却照不亮心底那片荒凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">唯有这轮明月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不分城乡，不论贵贱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">公平地洒在每个人的肩头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它替我抚摸老屋的窗棂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">替我倾听小河的流淌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在这静谧的夜里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我不再是异乡的客</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是月光下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">归家的儿</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其三：守望的河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小河弯弯，绕过了篱笆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也绕过了半生的漂泊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光在水面上打滑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像极了儿时那颗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">怎么也抓不住的玻璃弹珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">外婆的歌谣，早已随风而去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只剩这流水，日夜吟唱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它记得我赤脚踩过的卵石</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">记得我折柳送别的惆怅</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今，我站在岸边</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看月亮沉入水底</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又浮上心头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">老家不远，就在眸中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只要抬头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那轮明月</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">便是永不熄灭的灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">照亮来路，也温暖归程</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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>