<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者昵称：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"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">题记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一山一墙，三见三生。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">一、心上的山</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">推开门时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山就在那里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一句没说出口的话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卡在喉咙里许多年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小时候怕山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">怕它高，怕它远</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">怕翻过去还是山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后来不怕了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">因为已经翻过太多</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">知道山后面不一定有海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但一定有一场新的风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">吹过下一道脊梁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再后来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山开始往心里长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长在失眠的夜里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长在某个突然安静的下午</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长成一堵墙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又长成一扇门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今见山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不再问它有多高</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只问自己</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还愿不愿意抬头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山不说话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但每次抬头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都看见自己</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">站在比昨天更高的地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却离自己更近了一步</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">二、见山如见</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲说山那边有海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我翻过去，只看见</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">另一座山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她没骗我</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她只是把一辈子没去成的远方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都安在了山的那一边</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲的肩是一架山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我爬上去的时候他没出声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我下来的时候他也没出声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后来那架山塌了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我才发现</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他扛过的那些年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">比山重</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">村口的老榕树下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">坐着隔壁阿爷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他说他年轻时也翻过三座山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">去外面讨过生活</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后来腿折了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就再没翻过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他每天坐在树下看山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看了四十年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看到山变成了老朋友</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看到老朋友变成了自己</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今我见山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总会先看见他们——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲指过的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父亲弯过的脊梁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">阿爷看了一辈子的那张侧脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山还是那座山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但山里住满了人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我终于懂了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓见山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不过是借着一座沉默的石头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把那些沉默的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一一认出来</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">三、见山而归</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我坐在山脚的一块青石上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看云从峰顶慢慢散开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一层一层剥开自己的壳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才终于明白——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山从来不是用来征服的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山是用来安放的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小时候翻山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以为翻过去就是全部的答案</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后来山变成了一道墙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">挡住风，也挡住光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在墙根下学会低头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">学会把委屈折成纸船</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">放进雨后的水洼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再后来山不再是山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它是一封没有寄出的信</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是母亲灶台上升起的烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是梦里反复出现的那条</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">走不完的碎石路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我站在半山腰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">突然认不出哪是上，哪是下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到这个秋天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">带着满身的伤疤重新看它</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它依然沉默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却像那年父亲转身时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">微微侧过来的半张脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">岁月的墙越垒越高</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在墙上种了一棵松</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">根扎进裂缝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">叶伸向天空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">——这大概就是</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我这一生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">见过最像自己的山</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">后记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一程山行，一程自省。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">行过千山，方知山即是我。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓见山，是走过世事起伏之后，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">与岁月和解，与自己温柔相逢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;">秋风写于羊城</i></p><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;">2026.10.28</i></p>