<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">異鄉(xiāng)中秋 </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">文/秋楓小筑</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">玻璃杯沿凝著雨霧的涼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此心安處是吾鄉(xiāng)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">數(shù)著杯中晃蕩的光斑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">大廳飄來海底撈的香味</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">這是異鄉(xiāng)最軟的方言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">家人圍著餐桌笑時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我的腦海里總想起老家院子里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那片正落著葉子的香椿樹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">酒是故地帶的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">喝一口，就聽見</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">香椿葉打著旋兒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落在二十多年前的四世同堂的大圓桌邊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">今夜沒有月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雨霧裹著所有話</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沒一句能飄進</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">別人的聊天圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把中秋的情義兌在酒里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">慢慢喝——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原來團圓是盞小燈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而鄉(xiāng)愁，是燈旁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一截沾著雨的香椿枝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor">?</span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">2025.10.6.于長安</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">作者/秋楓小筑，一退休老翁，居秦地一隅。詩詞文化愛好者。偶爾也吟吟新詩。純屬修心養(yǎng)性而已。</b></p>