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不胖不瘦,不高不矮,不白不黑。活脱脱一个老顽童。 潇洒和稳重兼有,谦卑和自信并存,开朗和忧郁同在,某些方面知识渊博,某些方面行为幼稚。有人赞我明智,有人说我糊涂。有人说我聪明,有人贬我傻瓜。有人欣赏我的能力,有人斥责我不能干。有人夸我实在,有人骂我古板。我还是我,说不清道不明。

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                                                      春天里的故事

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                                                            一个小孩,梦中哭泣,

                                                             他要找妈妈。

                                                             冬夜漫漫,黑暗无边,

                                                             妈妈柔弱的身躯

                                                             不挡五更寒。

                                                             百年,千年,

                                                              大树的根已朽,

                                                                         叶已腐烂。

                                                             假如国家是一台机器,

                                                             我们宁愿用茅草,

                                                             也要把它一点一点熔化,

                                                             重启生命的旋转;

                                                             假如国家是一组列车,

                                                             我们宁愿用双手挖地千百尺,

                                                             将它深埋地下,

                                                                    与它说再见。

                                                             浴火重生,

                                                             凤凰涅槃。

                                                             母亲啊,

                                                             你何曾给孩儿温暖!

 

 

                                                            一个青年,梦中惊醒,

                                                            早已是涕泪横流,

                                                            寻找母亲的体香,

                                                            渴望见母亲的芳颜。

                                                          “长缨”在手,

                                                           “苍龙”初缚,

                                                            历史却开了个不大不小的玩笑,

                                                             黄河九道弯,

                                                           小脚女人啊,

                                                            你又裹足不前。

 

                                                            拍拍胸脯自问,

                                                            我爱国家吗?

                                                            我爱母亲吗?

                                                           并无二致:爱!

                                                           平民就是那日夜忙碌的

                                                                           蚂蚁和蜜蜂,

                                                           为了穿衣和吃饭,

                                                          为了儿孙幸福的明天,

                                                           哪管它荣誉虚假的掌声,

                                                           和美丽的花环。

                                                           国家是什么?

                                                           它是座金山,

                                                           也只有闪闪发光

                                                                       炫目耀眼。

                                                           母亲,孩儿宁愿

                                                            改变您的积贫积弱,

                                                            彻底治愈您的腐朽和糜烂,

                                                            而献出自己的忠心和赤胆。

                                                            然而,西方一个哲人说过:

                                                            工人无国家。

                                                            也的确精彩,

                                                            极其经典!

 

 

                                                             一个老人说:

                                                             我做了一个梦,

                                                            儿时的母亲就在我身边,

                                                             醒来后,只剩下

                                                                    温馨的抚爱。

                                                            苍老的记忆,

                                                            长满了皱纹,

                                                             爱恨无边。

                                                             凤凰啊,求你早一点死,

                                                                                  早日涅槃。

                                                             长河旭日,

                                                             来生把你陪伴。

                                                             母亲啊,

                                                             我愿和您一起进入

                                                                                 坟墓,

                                                             化作肥沃的泥土,

                                                             滋养森林一片,

                                                             绿茵造福子孙,

                                                             自有栋梁,

                                                                      撑起如海般的蓝天。

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