老矿灯

                                                                 冬暖夏凉　还熬一熬吧
                                                                 父亲的这些煤就快攉完了

                                                                 漆黑的矿井　一盏老矿灯微弱的火苗
                                                                 被一个刚入井的新矿工努力的捧着
                                                                 一些词语　一些句子
                                                                 便从光芒中平平仄仄地蹦出来——
                                                                 “父亲，下班了
                                                                 父亲，回家吧……”
                                                                 等着那朵星火　蹒跚地走过来
                                                                 满溜子槽的煤喘着粗气——
                                                                 “娃子啊，明日还赶着去交学费
                                                                 去揭开生活的锅底……”

                                                                 就这样　老矿灯与新矿灯的光芒
                                                                 两朵碰撞的声音
                                                                 高一脚、矮一脚走出矿井 
                                                                 踩痛一路艰辛……


                                                                老铁锹

 

                                                                铁锹老了
                                                                老了的姿势精悍入骨
                                                                如同拐杖，能帮助行走
                                                                圆圆的身子骨里依然储存着
                                                                当年的傲气
                                                                被一双粗糙而有力的大手
                                                                挑逗着紧握着　一汪故事
                                                                长在矿山的湖里　自然而清澈

                                                                溅湿的思绪　涟漪般开去
                                                                水性清凉　忽一下子
                                                                溅在坚强的石头上
                                                                溅在季节的怀抱里
                                                                与生活和糙米一道　轻烟起舞
                                                                如农妇的锄头离不开土地
                                                                如贫瘠的乡村离不开炊烟

                                                                老铁锹默默地望着 
                                                                沧桑的纹路里
                                                                穿过矿山透明的四季
                                                                那气势　雄伟而磅礴……


                                                                老俩口

                                                                矿灯闭上眼睛　老矿工就离休了
                                                                刚一到家　雨就淅淅沥沥
                                                                是情人的述说是相思的表白
                                                                雨下起来了　多好的滋润
                                                                那些干涸已久黑色的鹰
                                                                在闪电和爱里飞奔
                                                                屋檐下，巷井旁
                                                                老俩口在读一首：矿灯的温度 
                                                                那感觉好痴迷好深情……

作者：攀枝花攀煤公司大宝顶矿宣传部谢文锋

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