<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">《望月遐想》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?小時候，月是一張餅。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母親烙的餅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">比天上的小，比天上的薄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻裹著整個童年的甜與香。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?小時候，月是一面鏡。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母親梳妝的鏡，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">映不出天上的圓，照不出天上的亮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻能照見她眼角的柔情。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?小時候，月是一個盤。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">母親盛菜的盤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">盛不滿天上的清輝，盛不了天上的露，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻載著我溫熱的念想。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?而今，月是母親的容顏。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在十五的夜空里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漸漸彎成一道溫柔的弧線，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我數(shù)著皺紋里的光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">數(shù)著數(shù)著，就數(shù)出了故鄉(xiāng)的輪廓。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?而今，月是我的知音。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當它走過窗前，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我總把心事攤成一張信簡。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它用銀色的筆尖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在窗臺上寫下未完成的詩行。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?而今，月是一本厚重的書。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">唐宋的墨香里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它是一頁泛黃的詞箋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">李白的酒，蘇軾的愁，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都浸在它清冷的韻腳里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?而今，月是四季的回響。?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">春的芽，夏的荷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋的果，冬的雪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">總有一花一葉，一果一霜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">輕輕落在故鄉(xiāng)的小院，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">化作我心底的月光。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">《我和故鄉(xiāng)》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文／孫文英</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五十歲那年，車輪初次丈量鄉(xiāng)愁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">起初是短短的十幾天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">后來拉長成幾個月，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再后來，是半圈年輪，一整個春秋的流轉。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">異鄉(xiāng)的山水總蒙著層薄霧般的鄉(xiāng)思，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是故鄉(xiāng)的輪廓在眼前浮動。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再后來，薄霧籠罩的異鄉(xiāng)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漸漸變得清晰，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">故鄉(xiāng)便成了夢里的去處，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那山那水，那小院的梅花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">連同所有溫熱的名字與聲音，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都被時光的絲線細細縫紉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在心房一角織成錦繡。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他鄉(xiāng)的月下，他鄉(xiāng)的夢境，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都浸染上一片故鄉(xiāng)的溫柔。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不知何時起，心的疆域在慢慢收攏，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">許多熟悉的面孔與街巷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像褪色的老照片，顏色漸淡，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">線條悄悄模糊、溜走。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">能定格在心里的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只剩鄉(xiāng)土下的爹娘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一根電話線連著的兄弟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和八九粒，散落天涯的親朋好友。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可故鄉(xiāng)，它從未被真正割斷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它是根，深深扎在記憶的沃土里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">汲取著往事的養(yǎng)分，枝繁葉茂。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而我散的枝葉，開的花，結的果，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻在異鄉(xiāng)的土壤里生出新的根，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">開出色彩艷麗的花，結出新的果。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">因此，南方的故鄉(xiāng)和北方的他鄉(xiāng)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是血脈相連的故鄉(xiāng)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是靈魂棲息的港灣！</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?《夕照園門，祖孫情濃》?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夕陽斜照，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">幼兒園門前蜿蜒著兩條長隊。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">銀發(fā)老人靜立余暉中，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">金色光暈輕撫著他們的發(fā)梢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一道目光都深情凝望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那扇紅色大門，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">專注而殷切，似待歸巢的鳥。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當園門開啟的剎那，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">孩童如彩蝶般翩躚而出，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">似花朵綻開笑顏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">老人們舒展眉宇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在春意喧鬧中尋覓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">屬于自己的小小身影。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他們樂呵呵地，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用粗糙卻溫暖的大手，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拉著一雙雙粉嫩的小手，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">相依著，向家走去。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">歸途上，笑聲如銀鈴灑落，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蒼蒼白發(fā)與稚嫩童顏相映，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">瑯瑯童聲與融融夕照交織，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">繪就一幅溫暖動人的畫卷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">?</p>