<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">泥土的裂缝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/明月清泉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">泥土在深夜醒来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">撕裂了山的脊背</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">几十扇窗户</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还亮着过年的灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">顷刻间 坠入永恒的黑暗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红灯笼摇晃着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">碎成泥流里的花瓣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">春联的墨迹未干</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">已与瓦砾一同沉默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">年货的香气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凝固在废墟深处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">救援者的手电</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">划破黎明前的黑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一道光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是希望的绳索</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从裂缝中垂落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远方的鞭炮声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿过层层山峦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">抵达这里时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">已化作无声的祈祷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愿每一粒泥土</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都开出春天的花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">（写在四川筠连县山体滑坡灾害发生时，农历乙巳年正月十一）</span></p>