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<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 一</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> “赋得”一词来得有点毫无理由,也有些突然。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 有个喜欢文字甚过酒的朋友,聊天时,说最近竟不知写什么了。看着窗外白花花的世界,我随口命题曰:阳光正好。朋友欣然接受,竟也要我就此题写一段文字。这个要求仿佛小时候踢出去的一粒石子,撞上了墙上,一下又弹了回来,让我始料不及,正应了一句古话:木匠做枷??自作自受。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 赋得,凡指定、限定的诗题,古人照例在题目上加“赋得”二字。今借用其意,以示谢朋友之意。</font></p>
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<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 二</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 小时候,和所有的山里孩子一样穷,幸好还有一个村子一条河,和一些晴朗的日子。天晴,总能让穷日子有一些新花样。放羊。掏鸟窝。打水仗。抓鱼摸虾。捅马蜂窝。偷瓜摘枣……</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr>散学归来,没事可干的时候,还可以踢着石子回家。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 踢着石子回家,拴住和我的共同爱好。</font></p>
<p align="left"><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 拴柱,村里的官宦子弟,比我大一岁,不爱说话,又是慢抽筋的脾气,整个村子,整个学校,也就我和他玩了。我爷爷是富农,父亲在村子里抬不起头,我也抬不起头。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 拴住像极了他爹。拴住爹也不爱说话,说出话来掉在地上能砸个坑,他是生产队长。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 拴住不踢石子。他有不大不小的一块橡胶,立方体,黑乎乎的,从废旧轮胎上割下来的一块。我没有,也不会有,一般人根本不会有。踢着什么回家,这得看我遇见什么。有时是个土坷垃,没踢几脚,就如我的许多想法一样转瞬间烟消云散了。有时是个或方或圆的石子,踢着踢着就会碰疼了脚趾。石子太小了也无趣了,一使劲,如过去的日子,一下飞走了,竟无迹可寻。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 踢着石子回家,从校门口开始。一段下坡路,坡低的拐弯处是大队部。拴住一脚就能让立方体划个弧到了大队门口。我不行,一脚让石子撞到大队部山墙上,落下来,赶过去再一脚,石子也到了大队部门前,飞过去的石子有时也混迹于乱石中。老孙头正站在门前,手里有几根黄瓜,或几个西红柿。老孙头,拴住的大爷,孤家寡人,给大队部看门。听大人说,拴住爹早晚要把拴住过继给老孙头。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 喀嚓咔嚓嚼着黄瓜或西红柿,脚下也就慢了,有一搭无一搭地踢,一切都变了形,像极了我四十岁以后的生活。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 再次集中起所有的注意力,石子“啪”的一声会飞到了锁匠家的门前。拴住总是朝着锁匠家的门上踢,我不敢。锁匠走街串巷,漂亮的老婆给他守家看孩子。割资本主义尾巴时,山里没人可割,锁匠和他的老婆也就成了网中鱼,小鱼也是鱼。后来,锁匠跑了。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 有一次,锁匠老婆听见响声出来说,拴住,踢破了鞋你赤脚走。踢破了,也不是破鞋。拴住扔出来的一句话正好砸中锁匠老婆的心窝。锁匠老婆一脸悻悻的表情。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 街不长,不能几脚就把街踢到身后去。踢一段,停一阵。直到石碾前分手。拴住总是把他的宝贝放回书包里,明天继续踢。还要掏出作业本递给我。拴住不做作业的话,他爹会结结实实打他一顿。拴住对他爹的巴掌怕得很。拴住娘让拴住骂锁匠老婆破鞋那次,拴住挨了一顿打,半截庄子都听见拴住杀猪一样的叫。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 最后一脚,朝着门前的田地踢去,石子如飞鸟投林,一下没了踪影,地里总是站着这样或那样的庄稼。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> 像生活中的一天天一样,踢着石子或土坷垃回家,踢着踢着,就找不到了:碎了,或飞到麦子地里去了……</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 那时,幸好可以踢着石子回家。</font></p>
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<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr>三</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 踢着石子回家的日子总很短暂,人,还是要长大。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 沿河下行,出了山,进了城,开始了另一段读书的日子。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 城如海,完全不是山里的世界。公园里,有垂钓的老翁,也有牵手徜徉的情侣,还有许许多多可以玩乐的设施,就连那花阴深处的秋千也别有宋词的婉约。大道上,流淌着不息的车,和夜晚闪烁不息的霓虹灯。城还是楼的海。华美,精致,梦幻般的生活。这里有没有土地的生活,这一个世界充满着智慧和智慧的的产物。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 阳光无处不在的日子里。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 实在无聊的日子,也去打篮球,个子太矮篮球也太少,偶尔传球给我,也是意外到了我这里。好运的事毕竟少些,如是三番,也就寡淡无味了。还是踢足球好,球场大,人也多,舍得跑,总会踢到球。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4">上课,踢球,看电影,吸烟,喝酒,地铁里穿行,公园里游荡,自己也似乎成了一条鱼,沉在了这个满是阳光的河里,一直向着远方向着前方流动……</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 走在河上,总是有一些意想不到的景象吸引着我不停地走。</font></p>
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<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr><wbr>四</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 从门到窗子是六步,从窗子到门也是六步,比“二六七号牢房”还要少一步,这是我结婚的地方。一张大床占据了绝大部分空间,还有一组沙发,一排组合橱贴东墙而立,中间有不足以横行的夹道,据说,我夜里打鼾能吹得对面墙上的纸响,应该是有些夸张。门外也有一狭长的道,与门同宽。出了狭长的道,就是大院子,宽敞明亮,还有几座高高低低的楼房。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 毕竟有个地方能安身。下班了,闭着眼也能回来。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> 孩子来到我的家庭,这个地方再也无法让我安心。买房。必须买房。买房从此让我成了不知疲倦的驴,围着枯燥的磨道一圈圈地转日子。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 一迁再迁,终于安居下来。一楼一住户,从不担心迎头碰面的事让人猝不及防。打开房门,走下十二个台阶,就到了楼下,随意溜达。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 安逸的生活,无风也无雨的日子。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 寒来暑往,不知何时我成了温吞水里的那只青蛙。也不知从何时起,竟无端地开始厌恶自己和自己的一切过往。如剧场散场了,演员走了,观众也走了,空荡荡的舞台上,我一个人收拾一地的杂乱,一地的杂乱也收拾了我:半生的碌碌无为,甚至一无所获。于是遗憾中挣扎,挣扎在“已失去”和“得不到”路上,幽暗,绵长的凉意,淹没了我,下坠,下坠……我不如哭着离家出走的那个孩子,沿河而上,一直走到了日落时,停下来,大哭不止,盼着爹娘来找,最终在亲人的牵拉中回家了……</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 而今,没有人再来找我了……</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 直到“阳光正好”这粒石子从酒友那里也从遥远的过去弹回来,我才静下心来审视一下自己和自己的过往。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> 自己远离阳光很久了。</font></p>
<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 贫穷的日子里,完全陌生的世界里,甚至直视重重困难的日子里,只要努力朝前走,就会有阳光照耀。有了阳光,也就有了希望,也就找到了自己和自己想要的。</font></p>
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<p><font color="#003300" size="4"> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> <wbr><wbr> 写罢《赋得阳光正好》,正是夏至日的午后两点一刻钟,阳光正好,热烈似火。</font></p><br/>
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