凡塵倦客 <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">八一，黎明像一封舊情書，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被露水輕輕拆開一一</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">墨是硝煙，紙是軍旗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落款仍是我們并肩的年少。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我伸手，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指尖觸到三十六度的風(fēng)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是你呼出的第一聲“到”，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在胸腔里回聲至今。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">營房的木質(zhì)架床早已拆走，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可月光仍按原路巡邏，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">替我們疊好被角，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把口令掖進(jìn)夢里：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“向右看齊一一”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">向右是你，向左是我，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">中間隔著萬里山河，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻隔不開同一顆心跳。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我把當(dāng)年未熄的煙蒂，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">種在手機(jī)屏里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第一句“早安”破土，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">開成漫天小號(hào)的紅。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">兄弟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">若此刻你抬頭，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">會(huì)看見我的目光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沿著北斗的勺柄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">舀一瓢銀河，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">澆在你發(fā)梢的霜雪上一一</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">讓它重新長出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">十八歲的黑發(fā)。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">八一，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是節(jié)日，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是我們在歲月深處，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">為彼此點(diǎn)名的回聲。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“到”！</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一生只答一次，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一次便是一生。</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:18px;">2025年8月1日于漢口二七</span></p>