<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者：印象詩人、作家哲驤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇號：1903602</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">題圖：北京·首都國際機場T3航站樓</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">候機廳的面攤飄著白汽時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她正低頭攪碗里的菠菜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青瓷勺碰著碗沿輕響</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像每個清晨，她在廚房碰響的瓷盆</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"爸，這菜比外賣鮮"</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她夾起的菠菜葉上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">還沾著幾粒湯星子——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多像去年春末，她蹲在陽臺菜盆邊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">捏著小鏟子翻土，土粒沾在鼻尖</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我往她碗里添了勺湯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">熱氣漫過她的眉梢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然看清她耳后新冒的痣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才驚覺上次給她剪頭發(fā)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">還是冬天下雪時</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">廣播催登機的聲穿過人群</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她把最后口湯喝得很輕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">放下碗時指尖蹭了蹭碗沿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">這個動作，和她媽當(dāng)年出門前</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">擦茶缸的樣子一模一樣</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她拉著箱子轉(zhuǎn)身時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我還攥著沒來得及收的紙巾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">面攤的白汽漸漸散了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">舌尖卻還留著菠菜的澀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像她第一次學(xué)走路時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我松開手，掌心空出的那陣麻</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">玻璃外的廊橋亮著燈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她的背影小下去時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然想起剛才她碗里的菠菜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是我今早從家里小園掐的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用濕紙巾裹著，塞進她背包側(cè)袋</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飛機滑行的轟鳴聲里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我摸了摸口袋里的鑰匙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">鑰匙串上掛著她做的陶片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">陶片上歪歪扭扭刻的"家"字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被體溫焐得發(fā)燙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像那碗沒涼透的素湯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在心里，慢慢漫過了喉嚨</span></p>