<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那一缕袅袅娜娜</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">来自那张半掩透风的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">柴门，连着青山、田野</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">一双粗糙的手，噼啪</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">作响的灶膛，沉甸甸的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">希望，落在厚实的脊背</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那里藏着家庭的欢笑</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">泪水与成长，弥漫的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">烟火味与升腾的记忆</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">就像一张旧照片，呼唤</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的乳名</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">黄昏从惴惴不安的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">土地里冒出，母亲</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">从简陋的时光抽出</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">荆棘，点燃生活</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">她习惯低头，将灶堂的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">火吹得很旺，这样日子</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">就越充实，炊烟升起</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">爱却落在虚无的柴房里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">成为忧心的记忆</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">被炊烟拎起的山村</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">拼成一幅油画，尽管</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">渺小，却一生也走不完</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">炊烟从不嫌自己单调</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">先灌醉喜鹊，再向天空</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">敬献一条幽蓝的哈达</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">童年，不羡栀子香和</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">桂花香，只辨识炊烟的</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">味道，屋顶上那缕人人</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">可圈住的马尾，小伙伴</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">根据它的长短，判断</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">何时回家赴宴</span></p>