<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">歲末的風(fēng)，悄然掀動(dòng)記憶的簾幕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">年味，便如一縷溫?zé)岬拇稛煟?lt;/span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">從童年的村口悠悠升騰，緩緩盤旋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母親灶上蒸籠里兩合面的發(fā)糕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雪白如脂，軟糯生香，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一層層疊滿竹屜，熱氣攏著灶臺(tái)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晾涼后切成方塊，碼進(jìn)陶缸里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">成了正月里最踏實(shí)的滋味，最深的念想。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">父親把年畫貼上白灰墻，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《南京長(zhǎng)江大橋》飛架南北，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《紅燈記》的唱腔仿佛還在墻縫里回響……</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那一幅幅連環(huán)畫般的圖景，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不僅繪著英雄與傳奇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">更映著我們仰頭凝望的天真眼眸。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">口袋里尚未揣熱的壓歲錢，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">換來幾個(gè)二踢腳，在小院中驟然炸響，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一聲炸地，一聲沖天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">清脆的爆裂撕開冬日的寂靜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把過年的歡喜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">深深種進(jìn)年少的心田。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是大隊(duì)?wèi)蚺_(tái)上傳來的鏗鏘鑼鼓，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《秦香蓮》的悲泣，《奪印》的激憤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在正月的寒風(fēng)中翻涌回蕩，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">臺(tái)下擠滿了人，翹首以盼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">臺(tái)上燈火通明，光影流轉(zhuǎn)，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一場(chǎng)戲， </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唱出了整村的熱鬧，整年的期盼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今，戲臺(tái)傾頹，年畫泛黃成記憶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鞭炮聲不再是肆意的喧響。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">可那縷年味，卻像灶堂里未熄的余燼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">輕輕一吹，便又亮起微光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不聲不響，卻始終在心上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沒走遠(yuǎn)，也沒涼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像老屋瓦檐上掛著的冰凌，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陽光一照，便滴下晶瑩的光影，滲進(jìn)泥土。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那份清冽與純粹，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">早已滲進(jìn)血脈，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">成了心底最暖的底色，一生不忘。</span></p>