雨  伞

苏叔阳

你的命运就是陪伴乌云，

注定了要一生经受风雨。

你撑开整个身躯，

为他人创造一片干净天地，

却湿透了，你自己。

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呵，母亲

舒婷

                                                                                           你苍白的指尖理着我的双鬓

                                                                                           我禁不住像儿时一样

                                                                                           紧紧拉住你的衣襟

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           为了留住你渐渐隐去的身影

                                                                                           虽然晨曦已把梦剪成烟缕

                                                                                           我还是久久不敢睁开眼睛

                                                                                           我依旧珍藏着那鲜红的围巾

                                                                                           生怕浣洗会使它

                                                                                           失去你特有的温馨

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           岁月的流水不也同样无情

                                                                                           生怕记忆也一样退色呵

                                                                                           我怎敢轻易打开它的画屏

                                                                                           为了一根刺我曾向你哭喊

                                                                                           如今带着荆冠，我不敢

                                                                                           一声也不敢呻吟

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           我常悲哀地仰望你的照片

                                                                                           纵然呼唤能够穿透黄土

                                                                                           我怎敢惊动你的安眠

                                                                                           我还不敢这样陈列爱的祭品

                                                                                           虽然我写了许多支歌

                                                                                           给花、给海、给黎明

                                                                                           呵，母亲

                                                                                           我的甜柔深谧的怀念

                                                                                           不是激流，不是瀑布

                                                                                           是花木掩映中唱不出歌声的枯井

我爱这土地

假如我是一只鸟，

我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱：

这被暴风雨所打击着的土地，

这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流，

这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风，

和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明……

——然后我死了，

连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。

为什么我的眼里常含泪水？

因为我对这土地爱得深沉……

大堰河，今天，你的乳儿是在狱里，

写着一首呈给你的赞美诗，

呈给你黄土下紫色的灵魂，

呈给你拥抱过我的直伸着的手，

呈给你吻过我的唇，

呈给你泥黑的温柔的脸颜，

呈给你养育了我的乳房，

呈给你的儿子们，我的兄弟们，

呈给大地上一切的，

我的大堰河般的保姆和她们的儿子，

呈给爱我如爱她自己的儿子般的大堰河。

大堰河，

我是吃了你的奶而长大了的

你的儿子，

我敬你

爱你！