給母親和父親的詩

獻給爸爸媽媽/玉潭月影，初升的太陽劈開迷霧的清晨燃燒的聖火點亮了我生命的燭光，於是壹個沒有經驗的嬰兒哭成了妳快樂的孩子。從此，妳在不平坦的人生旅途上，多了壹份不可推卸的責任。多少個雨夾芭蕉的夜晚，多少個山的清晨，親愛的爸爸媽媽，妳們支撐著疲憊的身體，走過生命的裂縫，把妳們的愛給了妳們的孩子。靜靜地散落在畢葉青川，我忘不了那香甜的牛奶，那深情的呼喚，那發自內心的叮囑，甚至那穿梭的腳印。為了我，妳榨幹了汗水，為了我，妳磨了腳，為了我，妳消耗了所有的心血，為了我，妳把黑發染成了銀色。親愛的爸爸媽媽，妳們是我心中愛的使者，是我生命中跳動的火焰。我像壹只等待飛翔的雲雀，做著悠閑飛翔的夢。親愛的爸爸媽媽，空氣裏充滿了感激，詩歌裏充滿了感謝。謝謝妳給了我廣泛的關心和無私的照顧。當微風拂過妳的臉龐，那是我的感激。當陽光照耀在妳的胸前，那是我向妳崇高的敬禮。親愛的爸爸媽媽，不要為我受苦。不要為我難過。妳的孩子壹天天長大， 而他像壹只飛翔的海燕壹樣勇敢地戰鬥在萬裏的天空= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =我愛上了媽媽的臉——我凝視著傾斜的夕陽暮光，河馬馱著月亮和新出現的星星，彌漫著我的憂傷。 我的思緒在墨水裏大聲地遊動，我的筆在稿紙上度過了思念的夏天，寫滿了我的眉毛。我媽亂糟糟的頭發從渾濁的夜色中扭曲出來。在壹場精致的雨裏，在家鄉的河邊，我想到了母親的美麗和溫柔，我想到了她的微笑。相思悄悄爬上我的臉頰。我是月光下每壹條歡快的河流。我的夢想躺在家鄉的河床上，我的母親在稻麥的眼裏滿是時光的痕跡。我凝視著歲月。就像壹把等待秋天收獲的鐮刀。我在甜美的水果中蕩秋千。我的秋天屬於詩的季節。家鄉的每壹段記憶都活在我的腦海裏。壹群麻雀飛來搶所有與夢有關的詩。我是拿著彈弓的孩子。突然，我熱淚盈眶。我的目光沿著連綿起伏的群山飛翔，俯瞰著人類夢幻般的色彩。燕子飛向我，頑皮地對我耳語。那些野菜，石頭，倒掛在枝頭撥弄我掌紋的秘密裏的兔子，我帶著春天的火炬走過黑夜，帶著我詩歌的翅膀站在荒山上。老鷹飛過來抓成熟的谷粒。我在秋天的早晨唱歌。我無私地把童年的憧憬和激情種在了幸福的鄉村。詩歌的語言在麥田裏棲息，靈魂現在是無聲的麥粒。我安詳地躺在螢火蟲的眼裏，我的詩帶我去了天堂。無意中拾起壹對水鳥的翅膀，勾勒出壹片屬於自己的藍天。我走在五月的柳葉下，收獲了濕潤的眼睛。我的思想被瘋狂的欲望包圍著。我是壹個深情的人，講述著這條河的故事。我看到父親痛苦地扭動著身體。在壹個明亮的夜晚，我的父親與大壩失去了三天。現在，我把父親的微笑和那條壹直沈默的河流放在我的火焰夢裏，用發黴的詩歌燒掉了黃色的十壹月。我看到了母親瘦弱的背影和對父親的柔情。她對父親的愛被埋沒在大山般的忠誠裏。我不知道怎麽安慰我。我試圖在瘋狂的河上制定壹條法律，在雨季安裝詩石來阻擋鮮活的身體。我走進了語言。話說，走到壹條河邊，我在漲潮的岸邊畫了壹雙憤怒的眼睛。我媽媽在撕裂般的疼痛中掙紮著爬行。歲月在她斑駁的額頭上慢慢流逝。在潮濕的雨季，她堅硬的筋骨被壹種風濕病浸透了。我試圖把所有的詩都變成蒸餾過的藥酒，灑在五月的麥田上，讓火焰在麥田裏瘋狂生長，讓語言在母親的血管裏急速奔流。詩歌減輕了疾病的痛苦。4.自從我媽不能直立行走，我就失憶了。我像黃牛壹樣張著大嘴壹直在說草的命運。我變成了壹只困倦的豬，日日夜夜吃著成噸的糧食和思想。母親含淚把我的生命種在原野的故鄉，在寂靜的世紀裏復活在我的靈魂裏。我壹直是那個固執的人。我在呼吸的土地上孕育了壹股清新的氣息。我在原野種下了詩。我期待著這首詩長成幼苗，我生病的母親將有過冬的食物。我試圖用我靈魂的話語埋葬自己。其實我早就被那首詩俘虜了，父親也變成了那些光滑的石頭中的壹個，在柔和的月光下睜著壹堆堅強的眼睛，結著壹串串果實。父親的身影在刺骨的寒風中漸漸成為了詩的化石。靈魂在他精神的光芒中。我走過黑夜，跋涉過我頑強的年輪，把星星和火焰高舉過頭頂，幹澀的眼睛被長箭的疼痛刺穿。我的靈魂已經回到了河的中央= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =激動的火熱圖騰:妳喜歡喝家鄉的米酒，但妳的青春不能被歲月灌醉。 妳喜歡抽家鄉的老幹煙。辛辣的煙霧飄動著，漸漸把妳烏黑的頭發染白。妳是古老的石磨，妳期待的收獲在皺紋間緩緩流淌。角落裏的鈍鎬記錄著每壹顆玉米的誕生過程。鐵犁四季幾次生銹，幾次打磨。犁鏵的光芒映照著妳家鄉無邊的春色。妳用妳的雙手和妳孩子的未來建立了壹系列的領域。面對遠處的繁華，妳彎腰用弓勞動，孩子就是呼嘯而出的箭。= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =獻給我的爸爸媽媽(1)。我開始懂得感恩我的母親和父親。像雨壹樣，我在藍色的大海裏孕育了生命，支撐著生命。(2)我的到來，我的母親和父親宣布了革命的勝利。等了壹會兒的五個傻孩子拍了人生第壹張照片，抱著我的媽媽和爸爸，並肩站在村口的祠堂裏。等了壹會兒的五個傻孩子等於我媽。父親壹生的辛苦，我親眼看到五頭黑牛和兩頭黃牛被生活淹沒。例如，在我第三年，我親愛的黑牛三笑哭著和我的父親告別。4)上了三天學的媽媽精心雕刻了五個傻傻的等壹會兒孩子和五張從沒玩過的王牌在她心中贏得了她壹生的幸福= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =類似的事情還有很多。 如果樓主勤快，自己動手，豐衣足食！