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西贝168

      一 <p>二十年，车程并没缩短</p><p>光阴被抛弃在旷野，渐有冬的苍凉</p><p>和美。我被抛弃在故乡边缘</p><p>吸食着催长剂成熟和苍老<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>如今，光阴步步生花</p><p>我俯身闻到了母体的气息</p><p>双眼湿润。这一季，草又枯了</p><p>思绪在冻土里萌芽</p><p><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr>       二</p><p>田间小路，沟，坎</p><p>池塘里水少了，静物的山水仍是原样</p><p>我在梦里走过的地方</p><p>连旮旯都没落下。苍发的两老</p><p>依门等我</p><p>来时的欢欣，走时的频频拭泪</p><p>二十年，已站成了不变的风景<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>今次，风景里的人物已睡去一个</p><p>我纵把阳光捧在怀里，也抹不去形单影只的孤寂<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>你的泪已滴在衣襟，请不要让它滴进冻土里</p><p>红尘浑噩，我已不堪重负</p><p>我走了，只能挥一挥手</p><p>将云彩留在原地<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><br/><br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr> 三</p><p>土坎上，茅草绕指的柔</p><p>你说起光阴</p><p>小桥，被相亲的女人，两个孩子的父亲</p><p>最困苦时的相偎相依<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>这些，我看不到，我曾被一丝丝哀怨蒙蔽了眼</p><p>我闯荡江湖，四海为家</p><p>愿是石头缝里蹦出的石头，无牵无挂<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>我把夕阳忽略了，把土地失去了</p><p>如今坐下来，和着你的细语</p><p>才仿如一个归家的孩子。茅草绕指的柔</p><p>割破了生活的茧</p><p><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr>四</p><p>我的奶奶，八十五高龄</p><p>听力仍好，腿脚不便，眼睛亦看不清</p><p>她时时叨念，孙女为何不归</p><p><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>我走马观花，偶尔为她揉揉已不畅通的血脉</p><p>今早，她摔了两跤，手抖得厉害</p><p>我仍走了。阳光很暖</p><p>不知是否能照进晚景的寂寥与苍凉<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>不想提当年的健步如飞，白发染黑</p><p>两个稚子，幸福的躲藏</p><p>生命已是飘摇的风筝，唯有牵挂握在手心</p><p>多少年后的我，坐在那阳光浸洗的藤椅里</p><p>是否能将今日奶奶的心情感受一二</p><p><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><br/><br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr> 五</p><p>这片土地，曾被黑白电影剪辑</p><p>我把伤痛和年少抛下，一如车轮滚滚</p><p>将敏感的羽翼辗平<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>不要说我是伪装，有谁会将沉重当成房子背上</p><p>以为脐带被剪断了，我会成为快乐的人</p><p>如今才知我所依附的影子，我的母乳，我的粮食</p><p>它们根深蒂固。梦比我更清醒<br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr></p><p>这一刻，车轮滚滚</p><p>乡音，来自灵魂深处的身影</p><p>他们如此重要，如此可亲</p><p><br/><br/><br/>
                <wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr><wbr></wbr>(注：“苍发的两老”，我的外公外婆，外婆去年三月去逝。）</p><p></p><br/><br/><br/>

郭德军

根在武穴，真情永远！

青春大哥

<p></p><p>叶落归根。</p><p>有空，常回家看看。</p><p>问好，西贝子。</p>

飘于凡尘客

<p>依门等我</p><p>来时的欢欣，走时的频频拭泪</p><p>二十年，已站成了不变的风景<br/></p><p><font color="#3809f7">真情难报啊</font></p>