<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腊八日感怀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/安妮</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">寒风吹瘦了岁月的枝桠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腊八的粥香，暖了时光的旮旯。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">往昔的梦，在粥碗里泛起，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念的涟漪，一圈又一圈地扩大。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红枣似那炽热的心，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">熬煮着回忆的甜与涩。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">莲子藏着苦情的核，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在软糯里，坚守着一抹青涩。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">花生米般的琐事，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">嚼起来，满是生活的真味。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">糯米黏着亲情的暖，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把游子的心，紧紧裹围。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腊八粥的热气，模糊了眼眸，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那袅袅的烟，是思念的愁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远方的山水，挡不住归心，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">故乡的影，在心底悠悠地浮。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一年，青丝里多了几根白发。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一路，尝尽了酸甜的漂泊。</span></p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但腊八的暖阳，烫平了乡愁，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">新春的光，就在前方。</span></p>