白沙湾抒情

肖怀永

                                              沿着小路静静走
                                          沿着小路静静走
                                          我将抵达一个纯净的名字
                                          纯洁的地点
                                          沿着小路静静走
                                          走过翠绿的柳丛
                                          走过恬静的田园
                                          走过那些熟悉而新鲜的景象
                                          沿着小路静静走
                                          我将手捧阳光
                                          心怀温暖
                                          一个人投入未知、神秘的远方……

                                              海风吹来
                                          离海边还远
                                          离蔚蓝还远
                                          离心中的梦想还远
                                          已有一阵阵海风吹来
                                          灌满我的耳朵
                                          海风里我听见
                                          一阵海的螺号
                                          一片海的欢笑
                                          好像从未知的远处
                                          大海已将它的乐章
                                          一阵阵奏响在我的心房！

                                              海骨和海螺
                                          一位诗人的案头
                                          摆放着一只海螺
                                          据说拿起它
                                          就能听到大海的呼唤
                                          我在白沙湾的岸边走
                                          希望能够发现
                                          那位诗人一般的
                                          一只海螺
                                          结果却只捉着
                                          几只小海蟹
                                          后来我遇着一位
                                          好心的看海人
                                          他让我一直向南
                                          说这样就可以
                                          看见那些海螺
                                          我向南一直走着
                                          一路上捡拾着
                                          各种各样的贝壳
                                          有一种无名的
                                          像晕大海的骨头
                                          被海浪击得粉碎
                                          不知什么原因
                                          只要见到贝壳
                                          就能见到这些洒落在四处
                                          大海的骨头
                                          这些坚硬的骨头
                                          就像大海的灵魂一样执着
                                          就像从经历了无数狂风暴雨的
                                          英雄身上掉落
                                          而海螺是一支支滴血的号角
                                          在硝烟弥散的岁月中遗落……

                                              在白沙湾路上
                                          走在白沙湾的路上
                                          两位大婶手拿竹篮、丝网
                                          一路说说笑笑
                                          她们质朴的身影
                                          令我想起我居住在乡村的
                                          岳母和亲娘
                                          岳母是否此时已走出了菜园
                                          来到了果园
                                          用那把老剪修枝剪条
                                          棵棵果树就是她内心里
                                          怀揣着一春一秋的梦想与期望
                                          而夏季的果园多么宁静
                                          一只只鸟儿在枝头鸣叫
                                          无名的草虫在轻奏乐章
                                          我的岳母身影轻盈
                                          登上那座山坡
                                          就会望见眼底全部的景象
                                          我的母亲在清晨早起
                                          在碧绿的菜园间辛勤劳作
                                          开始她一天的工作
                                          哪一棵水萝卜又秀丽挺拔地
                                          将身影伫立
                                          哪一棵西红柿又成熟饱满地
                                          犹如十月怀胎
                                          是该适时采摘
                                          盛夏成长的时季、收获的时季
                                          对母亲来说这些蔬果
                                          既是她的心血又是她的财富
                                          我们居住在城里的人们
                                          每日饭桌上必不可少的
                                          就是这些土地与母亲奉献的成果
                                          两位大婶的脚步匆忙走过
                                          给我留下去白沙湾的路上
                                          经过那片人工设计的精美的园林
                                          石板堆砌、铺就的整洁台阶之后
                                          一串串深深的感怀与思索……

                                              白沙湾抒情
                                          走过一条陌生的乡路
                                          就来到你的近前
                                          我的故乡的深蓝而多情的大海
                                          那里有你深情而迢遥的呼唤
                                          我在梦里梦外
                                          一直对你充满了想念
                                          任身影化作一只白鸥
                                          在那片起伏澎湃的波浪上面
                                          不停地飞舞、盘旋
                                          白沙湾是一道怎样的湾
                                          至今我还不明白
                                          当走上你的沙滩
                                          伸展我的双臂
                                          向无边无际的大海放眼四看
                                          当来到海浪之间
                                          用我全部的身心拥抱温情的海湾
                                          我可能够体会
                                          此时，一种与众不同的咸
                                          便将我渐渐地吞没并腌渍成
                                          一具与天地同在与自然同存
                                          与海浪共舞与鱼儿同游的
                                          千古不朽的尸骸！