<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紅紙裁開山河影，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀游處春風(fēng)生。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">宜川的山是紙背的筋，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">瀑布是未干的墨痕；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那樹下的人影、檐角的飛鳥，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都停在春光最軟的一瞬——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來非遺不是封存的舊卷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是手心里正發(fā)燙的黎明。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">綠紙扇開一樹春，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">梯田如階，小路如紋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花在左，田在右，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風(fēng)在紙縫里輕輕翻身。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老師說：“剪刀認(rèn)得土地的脈。”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我低頭，剪刀一轉(zhuǎn)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">整座宜川，便落進(jìn)我攤開的掌紋。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">走進(jìn)宜川剪紙·巧剪宜川春光??</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">秧歌的鼓點還沒停，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">廟會的香火正升騰；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀一抬，紙屑紛飛如蝶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把喜悅剪成紅，把祈愿剪成云——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">春，在指間活了。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">壺口的浪在紙上奔涌，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蟒頭山的綠在紙邊呼吸；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">昝家山的炊煙，彎成一道弧線，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">輕輕繞過孩子剪歪的屋檐。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旅游不是遠(yuǎn)行，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是把家鄉(xiāng)，一剪一剪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成能帶走的春天。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">春之韻，在紙里鋪展成河；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花之海，由指尖涌向山崗；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風(fēng)之情，是秧歌鼓點撞響窗欞；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">行之樂，是地圖上躍動的紅點——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪紙不是靜物，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是宜川大地，正用紅紙寫給世界的信。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">教室亮得像一張新裁的宣紙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藍(lán)白綠的校服，是春田里初返的青。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老師指著地圖上的宜川，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們屏息，仿佛聽見剪刀正劃開山霧——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">橫幅上寫著“力爭上游”，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而我們，正把上游的水，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成紙上游的魚。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀輕，紙聲細(xì)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">課桌是方寸講臺，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們是初執(zhí)刀的匠人。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紅紙折三疊，手心微汗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪下第一朵牡丹時，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">窗外玉蘭正落下一瓣。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">屏幕換了圖，山色更濃，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老師的聲音像溪水漫過石階。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們仰頭，看那畫中宜川——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來剪紙的根，不在紙上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在老師講到“祖輩手紋”時，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們悄悄，把拇指按在了課桌邊沿。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“力爭上岸”四個字懸在頭頂，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們卻把紙船剪得格外輕。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">船身是宜川的輪廓，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">船帆是未剪斷的一縷紅——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來最遠(yuǎn)的岸，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是讓傳統(tǒng)，穩(wěn)穩(wěn)停泊在少年掌心。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">滿桌紙屑如雪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀在指間轉(zhuǎn)出小圈。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人剪歪了鳥翅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">卻剪出了風(fēng)的形狀；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人剪碎了花蕊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">反讓整朵牡丹，更像在開。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">光斜斜切過教室，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">地圖在屏上泛著微光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我們不只看山河走向，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">更記下哪道褶皺，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">適合藏一只紙燕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">哪條河灣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">能泊一葉剪紙的舟。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪得極慢，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像在等紙自己開口說話。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紅剪刀咬住紙邊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一寸寸，把宜川的晨霧，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成可捧在手心的薄光。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她舉著那張紅紙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">兩只鳥銜著一朵花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">翅膀未展，卻已欲飛。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陽光穿過窗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把鳥影投在她校服胸口——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那里，正跳動著同一顆，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">宜川的心。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">透明塑料在她手下變軟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像山澗初融的冰。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪的不是形，是光穿過紙的路徑；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀游走處，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">宜川的晨光，正一縷縷，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落進(jìn)她鏡片后的瞳仁。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪著，紙屑落滿袖口，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像宜川春山落滿杏花。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那復(fù)雜紋樣，原是老藝人手稿的拓片，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而她指尖的節(jié)奏，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正悄悄，把古調(diào)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成新譜。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藍(lán)桌、紅紙、低語與剪聲，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">五雙小手，剪出五種春天：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人剪山，有人剪水，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人把老師講的“非遺”二字，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成兩只交頸的鳥——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來傳承，就是讓舊紋樣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">長出新心跳。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她低頭端詳那張紅紙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鳥喙微張，花瓣半綻。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不急著貼上墻，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只讓光先走一遍紋路——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她知道，真正的完成，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是等這紙上的春天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在別人眼里，也活過來。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">塑料片薄如蟬翼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪得比紙更慎。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀尖懸停半秒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像在聽宜川山風(fēng)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">穿過百年窗欞的余響——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來最鋒利的傳承，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是讓手，先學(xué)會傾聽。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀紅，紙片彩，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪得專注，像在縫補時光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鄰座同學(xué)遞來半張牡丹，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她接住，把兩朵花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪成一朵——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來春天，本就該這樣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你一剪，我一剪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">越剪越滿。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紙屑如雪落滿課桌，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她剪著，額角沁汗。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那復(fù)雜紋樣，是宜川的溝壑，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而她正用新剪法，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把舊山河，剪得更輕、更亮。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她修著花瓣邊緣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剪刀微顫，像怕驚飛一只蝶。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">未完成的紙片攤在掌心，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">山是山，花是花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而她正把“宜川”二字，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悄悄剪進(jìn)花蕊中央——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不落款，卻處處是落款。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">幕布緩緩合攏，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“感謝觀看”四字端坐中央。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">燕子銜紅，牡丹吐芳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">邊框游著千年紋樣。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">可我知道，謝幕不是終點——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">當(dāng)孩子們把剪下的第一朵花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">別在老師衣襟上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">真正的展覽，才剛剛啟程。</span></p>