<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《想起天堂的母親》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蒲公英又白了頭時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我蹲成您當年擇菜的姿勢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紙灰漫過碑腳，像她抖落的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些沾著泥星的絮語</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竹筐早被歲月磨出豁口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">補丁卻在記憶里愈發(fā)清晰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">您彎腰拾穗的弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">至今還懸在田埂上方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把每一粒糧食都焐成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我掌心的溫度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陶罐里的腌菜味還在漫延</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">頂針在舊針線盒里生銹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">三十年前的煤油燈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">總在深夜把您的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">釘在土墻上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晃成永不熄滅的晃動</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">依然能聽到您撕心的咳嗽聲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">昨夜您又從夢里回來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">布鞋沾著新翻的春泥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我想摸您磨出老繭的手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指尖卻穿過潮濕的霧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沒敢喊出聲——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">怕驚醒土下二十年的寂靜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">麥浪每年都要漫過墳頭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像她當年哄我入睡的歌謠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而月光始終在擦拭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那塊被風雨啃噬的碑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把“母親”兩個字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">洗得比銀河更亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我扯下一朵云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">讓它捎去我的牽掛問候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你好嗎？母親</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">星光結成一張網鋪滿大地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我俯首躬身跋涉前行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有流星照亮 再遠的路也不怕黑</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">文字：翰林居士（雍建軍，筆名夜鶯，漢中洋縣人：寫簡單字，做簡單人?。?lt;/span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">圖片：網絡</span></p>