<p class="ql-block">.</p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">敖林西伯的落日</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;">敖林西伯的落日</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像一颗黄昏的按钮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又被大野的手指轻轻按下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">刮了一天的风停下来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">白杨树，也停下扭累了的秧歌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">挽梦家的花生地，愈加辽远</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">收果机还在田垄轰鸣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">高亢，雄浑，如一首蒙古长调</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">大卡满载花生，像拉了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一车碎金，摇摇晃晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">穿过玉米地，还是玉米地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">放羊人操着蒙语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一边接起手机，一边挥动牧鞭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">路上的羊粪蛋冒着热气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像落错了地方的星星</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">捡花生的人，依旧弯着腰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像被夕阳镀过金的土地神</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一次次抚摸大地，像在抚慰短暂的黄昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">.</span></p>