作者：迟尚勇

                                      幼年时的记忆
                                      家乡的原野很绿
                                      稻香伴着蛙鸣
                                      皑雪映着山峦
                                      天气晴好
                                      你爱在溪流中嬉闹
                                      清水绕着小脚丫子
                                      乡亲们
                                      在水田里插秧
                                      傍晚时
                                      你捉了许多鱼
                                      叫大伯帮你带回去
                                      夏季的雨
                                      来的快
                                      走的也匆忙
                                      父亲带你上山捡菌子
                                      你不敢往林子深处
                                      说那里会有老虎
                                      秋高气爽
                                      会有几只白鹤
                                      在田野里
                                      啄着农民们收割掉下的谷穗
                                      你爬在金黄的草垛上
                                      看着场院里铺晒的谷子
                                      下雪了
                                      和小伙伴打雪仗
                                      把鞭炮埋在雪团里炸
                                      你带着妹妹
                                      在雪地里画笑脸
                                      再后来
                                      家乡只有冬
                                      再无春夏秋
                                      一张开往远方的车票
                                      把你带得很远
                                      很远
                                      你总说
                                      你爱乡村里热闹的集市
                                      听说
                                      小时候
                                      你和母亲上街
                                      背背篓的大婶
                                      把你挤哭了
                                      你还说
                                      你想村子里小时候的玩伴
                                      可是现在
                                      他们都各奔东西
                                      过年的时候见上一面
                                      连打招呼都变得生硬
                                      你也说
                                      你养过一只猫
                                      小时候还陪你睡觉
                                      它只活了7年
                                      你去年回家时
                                      把家里新来的小猫吓跑了
                                      母亲说
                                      它害怕生人
                                      变化总会让人措手不及
                                      生活了二十多载的地方
                                      你也会突然忘记它原来的模样
                                      回家的时候
                                      你走错路了
                                      曾经你最熟悉的那条小路
                                      你去看小时候住的老房子
                                      雨水顺着檐墙
                                      冲出一沟道
                                      屋后的杂草长得很茂盛
                                      房子里
                                      乱糟糟的堆着一些农具
                                      还有你上学时骑的那辆自行车
                                      好久没回家了
                                      再回家时
                                      只能看见
                                      荒芜的田野和萧瑟的树枝
                                      偶尔有几只黑狗
                                      在沥青路上
                                      躲着来往的汽车
                                      外面的世界
                                      很花哨
                                      时间久了
                                      便开始想念
                                      最童真的感觉
                                      那个叫做
                                      家乡
                                      的地方