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笔架飞湖

仁者乐山,智者乐水。行到水穷处,坐看云起时......

 
 
 

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【原创】诗六首  

2008-03-21 03:26:49|  分类: 封尘之歌 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

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                     【原创】诗六首 - 笔架飞湖 - 笔架飞湖                  诗见

  我幼时病弱,后遭车祸,无法潜心于诗的研究与探索,但有一点我深信不疑:诗是生命的另一种形式。真正的诗,是心与阅历搅拧出的具有个性的血滴,是一个充满真实生活气息与内心柔情的抒情世界。因此,我的诗,无疑是我坎坷生活的折射,未癒伤口的血污,孤独心灵得到温馨与力量的唯一产物。

 

                                                   夜阑卧室

                                             憋住了一腔愁

                                           

                                             夜阑卧室

                                             敞开和煦的心扉

                                             温暖变成红颜色

                                             投来几束光

                                             灯好柔

                                             我的感情

                                             你是一点不清楚

                                         

                                             憋住了一腔愁

                                                   

                                       看不到终点,目的却知道

                                         窗子都积满了尘灰

                                         到处是夜风啜泣的身影

                                         吸进一层烟火

                                         又弹去了一层

                                         又纯又轻的瞳仁

                                         坠入一处百年不变的墙根

 

                                         清醒的愿望囚在手心

                                         睡去的脑袋不管灵魂

                                         紧紧与憧憬交往

                                         可是无一次行动有效

                                         远去的黎明穿过漆黑的梦境

 

                                         永远没有终点

                                         我呆在这个不变的磨盘

                                         倍感熟悉的齿轮加剧锋利

                                         往后去还是这么样吗

                                         眼的罅隙落满叹息

                                         知道明天的路还在原地

 

                                         已经没有路了  路呢

                                         还是转过身去看看吧

                                         一个孩子跑来告诉我

                                         这儿没有好东西

                                                                                                    

                                                          诞生

                                                   哇地一声落地

                                                   最先出现的是

                                                   婴儿的脑袋

                                                   接下来是颈

                                                   接下来是肩

                                                   接下来是胳膊

                                                   接下来是背

                                                   接下来是腰

                                                   接下来是臀

                                                   接下来是腿

                                                   再接下来是母亲的胎盘

                                                   再接下来是母亲的脐带

                                                   晶莹的汗珠和母亲的微笑

                                                   最后  是母亲的血

                                                                                                                         

                                                         给孩子

                                                     孩子  我知道

                                                     你学步的渴望

                                                     在没有人保护的地方

                                                     我远远地注视你

                                                     渐渐把自己幻想成路边

                                                     那些坚稳的树干  甚至墙壁

                                                     默默默默

                                                     为你树起信心

 

                                                      稍后  你不需要搀扶了

                                                      就把我的目光当作你的道路

                                                      大胆地走吧

                                                      一直走下去

                                                      为了渐渐暗淡下去的星光

                                                      为了高高升起的太阳

                                                      为了自己

                                                                                                                                   

 

                                                            冬季过后

                                                       脱掉风帽与手套

                                                       掉过头去

                                                       儿孙就长大了许多

 

                                                        屋子变得狭窄

                                                        细微的风声

                                                        悄悄窜过小窗的缝隙

                                                         一个一个很白的雪堆

                                                         躺在越来越近的高山脚下

                                                         闲过一阵子了

                                                         儿孙起得都很早

                                                         静静的野外  又有

                                                         耕种装挑鸟兽的声音

                                                         恍惚如梦

 

                                                         晨曦一刻一刻地浓

                                                         我走着

                                                         儿孙渐多的话题雨点般活跃

                                                         冬季过了  融入地沟

                                                         小路尽头的火焰

                                                         汹涌如潮

                                                                

 

                                                    沿着毛泽东的诗行歌唱

 

                                                            (一)

                                                  沿着又一年十二月的季风

                                                  我听到一代伟人歌咏的诗行

                                                  奔涌着中华数千年澎湃的涛声

                                                  于是走向你

                                                  一条流经湖南

                                                  流经苍茫大地的河流

                                                  你汹涌的雪浪

                                                  无不使全世界惊骇

 

                                                 你向着大海流去了

                                                 把思想融汇在浩浩的水里

                                                水面承载着苍凉的历史、语言与时间

                                                 回过头去

                                                我泪流满面……

 

                                                我看见毛泽东走过湖南

                                                黑黑的眼圈露出一个个考察的小县

                                                衣带渐宽的胸口

                                                压着帝、官、封三座大山

                                                在宁乡或者在益阳

                                                他累了

                                               就倒在农家小院的草铺上

                                               枕着《列子》与《共产党宣言》

                                              一夜夜难眠

                                              他听到巴黎的枪声

                                               看到十月革命的烈火

                                              愚公举向天空的巨臂

                                             找到了中国苦难深重的根源

 

                                                              (二)

                                               钟声如潮悠悠响起

                                              南湖的航船

                                              穿过厚厚的岁月

                                              我看见毛泽东站在船头

                                              咽着屈辱的泪

                                              滴着悲愤的血

                                              丢掉旧文人脆弱的笔杆

                                              抓起枪把启明星射向苍天

                                              在布满伤痕的河道上

                                              他摇着巨浆

                                              从血流里捞起太阳

                                              擦一擦挂在镰刀、铁锤交叠的地方

 

                                              毛泽东到了上海

                                              毛泽东上了井冈

                                              毛泽东抵达延安

                                              毛泽东卡在腰间的大手

                                              渐渐把一只红色大鸟的翅膀

                                              展开在广袤的波涛上

 

                                                        (三)

                                            狂风潇潇  浊浪滚滚

                                            战争展开在中国的大地上

                                            我看见毛泽东驾驶着航船

                                            驶过速胜论与悲观论的浅滩

                                            扬起持久战的风帆

 

                                           当膏药旗倒了  摘桃子的下山

                                           我看见毛泽东驾驶着航船

                                          一浆浆针锋相对  一浆浆寸土必争

 

                                          在浩浩的大河上

                                          载着“惟楚有材”的冠冕

                                          载着二万五千里长征的诗行

                                          载着废墟上飘逸的青烟

                                          枪膛里醒着的仇恨的子弹

                                          载着中华五千年文明的梦想

                                          载着峡谷的崩塌  苍狼的哀号

                                          载着沉舟遗骸惊悸的呼叹

                                          载着泊在黑夜港湾的无桅船

                                          载着点燃的河岸悲壮的篝火

                                          载着狰狞的漩涡折不断的坚韧的心愿

                                          穿越风之帆纬  浪之叠嶂

                                          驶到了金水河畔

 

                                                  (四)

                                          毛泽东登上天安门

                                          下面是步枪、小米和人民

                                          托起一个震撼世界的声音

                                          中国人从此站起来了!

                                          毛泽东微笑的嘴角

                                          挂满金秋十月的硕果

                                          毛泽东挥动的手势

                                          优美成一首回肠荡气的壮歌

 

                                          站起来的工农说:

                                          没有毛泽东就没有新中国

                                          站起来的文人说:

                                          没有毛泽东中国还在黑暗中摸索

                                          啊  毛泽东

                                          你一个农民的儿子

                                           一个自由的诗人

                                           一个伟大的舵手

                                           一条浩浩的江河

                                           站起来的中国人永不忘记

                                           你身高一米八二

                                           生年八十三岁

                                           你驾驶的航船

                                           正航行在你思想汇聚的长河中

                                           直到永远  永  远

                                   (在某大学纪念毛泽东诞辰一百周年诗歌朗诵会上朗诵)

 

                                                                                                                          

                                              

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