端午祭

守愚

<h3>林木森森的小路,</h3><div>儿时的起航之地,</div><div>而后的魂萦之地,</div><div>而今的荒芜之地。</div><div>孤寂,</div><div>深幽。</div> <h3>遍历满庭菁芜,<br></h3><div>株株脉脉摇曵。</div><div>料是游子浮云,</div><h3>短了音讯。</h3><h3><br></h3><div>懵懂时的无理取闹,</div><div>成长时的诸般酸苦,</div><div>细细想来,</div><div>虽说是千般苦难,</div><h3>却也有万重欢笑。</h3><h3><br></h3><h3>随意翻开一片瓦砾,</h3><h3>蚀刻着满满的记忆。</h3><h3>那些过往的曾经,</h3><h3>一刻也不曾远离。</h3> <h3>惟有这株老梧,<br></h3><div>自顾酣眠不语,</div><div>陪伴那口老井,</div><div>留下一地浓荫,</div><div>遮阳挡雨。</div><div>懒管梨黄瓜白,</div><div>桑椹青紫。</div> <h3>浓荫下,</h3><h3>像一个虔诚的佛徒,</h3><h3>掘一个土坑,<br></h3><h3>种一株美人樱,</h3><div>伙同种下的,</div><div>还有那似水流年,</div><div>还有那深深祝愿。</div><h3><br></h3>