老人与老牛
 
 
 
 
 
                                  躬着背扶犁的老人
 
                                  轻轻扬起手中的鞭子
 
                                  皮梢划过天空
 
                                  掴出一声清脆的哨响
 
 
 
 
 
                                  老牛听惯了老人的鞭声
 
                                  前进中瞅出老人的惆怅
 
                                  奋蹄急奔在秋后的萧瑟中
 
                                  翻起一垅垅的新田
 
   
 
 
 
                                  老牛不知挨过老人多少皮鞭
 
                                  偶尔对天长吼
 
                                  却不是因为疼痛
 
                                  替老人发出一串沉重的呐喊
 
 
 
 
 
                                  丰收时节老人笑了
 
                                  后悔鞭子的无情
 
                                  抚慰老牛的皮毛
 
                                  感叹它的艰辛
 
 
 
 
 
                                  老牛老的那天
 
                                  望着老人流泪
 
                                  双眼瞪着老人
 
                                  盯嘱用它的皮做成鞭子
 
 
 
 
 
                                  老人老的那天
 
                                  想着死去的老牛
 
                                  他要埋在老牛旁边
 
                                  连同鞭子埋进坟墓
 
 
 
 
 
                                  老人和老牛同眠在黄土地上
 
                                  他们在地下对话
 
                                  述说忏悔与梦想
 
                                  希冀地等待未来的曙光