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                                                                                         她站在楼下使劲地喊你的名字  就像她拥有
                                                                                         她肩扛的米粒一样多的幸福和清凉    就像笃定
                                                                                         要把你从城市的幻梦中喊醒    就像在乡下
                                                                                         她曾这样喊停春风   喊秧苗拔节
                                                                                         喊谷穗饱满     
                                                                                         
                                                                                         她喊你去拿回她从乡下带来的新米 
                                                                                         已经很久       没有人这样
                                                                                         毫不掩饰地喊你的名字   甚至
                                                                                         喊出了你灵魂深处
                                                                                         结痂的露水和鸟鸣

                                                                                         一些往事顺势爬上你半百的额头   当初秋的阳光   
                                                                                         穿过黢黑的脸庞
                                                                                         深入她黯淡的一生     她的眼睛里
                                                                                         又开始长出了稀疏的泪水  而手捧米粒的她 
                                                                                         仿佛已成了一个
                                                                                         采集星光的人