<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在小院里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她走来走去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">好多年没回家了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">处处是亲切而又斑驳的回忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在小块的花生园前</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她停下了脚步</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">叶子在风的吹拂下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">似在招手又似在诉说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她喃喃地说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小时候吃过的花生真香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">第二天中秋返程</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她的车子后备箱里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">多了一袋老父亲给的花生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花生还没有长熟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又瘦又小</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还带着新鲜的泥土</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她的眼晴湿润了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">眼前浮现出苍老的父亲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还有那被拔掉后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">铺了一地的花生的枝叶和根</span></p>