<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">立夏后的第一場雨</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">立夏以來，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">云層壓得很低，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一塊擰不干的舊抹布，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">懸在曬裂的田埂上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天氣預報說局部有雨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但雨總是繞過我們，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落在鄰縣的統(tǒng)計表里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秧苗蜷著身子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一群等不到母親的孩子。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到昨夜——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雷聲突然咬破天空的血管，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨點砸下來，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又密又急，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像遲到的道歉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像憋了太久的真話。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">田埅開始咕咚咕咚喝水，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蛙聲重新接管夜晚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父親站在屋檐下抽煙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">煙頭的紅光明明滅滅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一顆終于落定的心。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">芒種前的焦渴</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">立夏過后，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蒼溪的云越飄越薄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像被曬褪色的藍布衫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晾在龜裂的河床上。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水庫見了底，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">露出多年前沉沒的磨盤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石槽里還卡著</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">半粒未碾完的谷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天氣預報總在傍晚道歉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">說雨水正在路上——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">或許堵在了秦嶺隧道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">或許走岔了嘉陵江的支流。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秧田張開皸裂的唇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蟬鳴一聲比一聲啞。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到端午前夜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">閃電突然撕開天幕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨點像銀亮的釘子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把干渴的大地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">釘回濕潤的輪回里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">清晨去看田，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父親蹲在埂上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指間泥土正簌簌蘇醒——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“聽，稻根在吸水”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他耳語般說道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛怕驚擾了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">這場來之不易的甘霖。</span></p>