红肚兜
                                              黄瓷子
                                              抹掉层层封住的土
                                              解开缠绕的粗麻绳
                                              过了很久很久
                                              他把盖子揭了下来
                                              酒香立码就钻进了鼻子


                                              浓郁，
                                              怎么也想不到
                                              是一汪比水还清澈的清琼散出
                                              当年埋进来的时候
                                              的确就是一缸子水啊
                                              满怀着的是未来的希望
                                              它会在以后某一天的熠熠堂火中
                                              被成才的儿孙啧啧称道


                                              辛辣，
                                              他是喝酒的好手
                                              此时却被这坛子酒呛得鼻子疼
                                              佝偻身子咳嗽的样子
                                              满是生活的疲态
                                              是为了三亩糯谷奔波劳碌而成？
                                              是女儿望着别人黛色的头饰
                                              自己熬夜拣沙子而成？
                                              还是此刻的孤独与落寞
                                              放大了自己的样子
                                              抽泣声很小
                                              随酒香飘荡了很远
                                              让破败的镇子里蒙上了一层忧伤


                                              酱香，
                                              他倒了三碗
                                              自己又喝了一碗
                                              这样女儿红就算圆满了
                                              酒柔绵醇厚，
                                              回味悠长
                                              从女儿走出镇子的那一刻
                                              他似乎就预料到什么
                                              再也没有每天到树下踩一踩
                                              力气给了苦力活
                                              如今每月有一沓钱
                                              那是女儿争气！
                                              让别人说巾帼不如须眉
                                              哎，
                                              让日子好过
                                              她肯定很幸福。


                                              他把三只土碗倒到了后河里
                                              擎着思念载入下游
                                              从此那个镇
                                              空气里，水里，泥土里
                                              皆是酒香