巷口的槐花香
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>暮春的风总带着点慵懒，卷着槐花香漫过青石板路时，我总会想起巷口的那棵老槐树。树干粗得要两个孩童才能合抱，树皮皲裂如祖父手上的纹路，却每年都准时捧出满树雪白，把整条巷子浸在清甜里。</p><p> </p><p>那时我总蹲在槐树下看蚂蚁搬家。祖母坐在竹椅上择菜，银白的发丝被风掀起几缕，她总说：“这树比你爷爷的岁数都大，当年他还在树下给我递过糖呢。”阳光穿过槐树叶的缝隙，在她布满皱纹的脸上投下细碎的光斑，像撒了把金粉。</p><p> </p><p>最盼的是槐花落时。满巷的白絮像下了场温柔的雪，踩上去簌簌地响。祖父会搬来梯子，用竹篮摘下最嫩的花序。祖母系着蓝布围裙在灶台前忙碌，槐花拌面粉蒸熟，浇上蒜泥和香油，满屋都是草木的清香。我总等不及晾凉，烫得直吸气也不肯松口，祖父就在一旁笑，眼角的皱纹堆成了沟壑。</p><p> </p><p>后来巷子要拆迁，老槐树被圈进了红色的拆字里。那天我特意回去，见几个工人正围着树干丈量。一位白发老人拄着拐杖站在一旁，是隔壁的张奶奶。“这树啊，”她抬手抚摸粗糙的树皮，“当年我嫁过来时，它就这么粗了。”风过时，槐花簌簌落下，像是树在轻轻叹息。</p><p> </p><p>搬家那天，祖母装了一小袋晒干的槐花。新居的阳台种满了花草，却再没有哪一缕香气，能比得上巷口那漫无边际的清甜。去年春天，我偶然路过旧址，发现新栽的景观树整齐排列，却独独在某个角落，冒出一丛嫩绿的槐树苗。</p><p> </p><p>原来有些东西从不会真正消失。就像那缕槐花香，总在某个不经意的瞬间漫过记忆，带着阳光的温度，和祖父母的笑声，轻轻落在心尖上。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250722131209front2_0_189091_Fo2DXOElXUUs2AQT2SkLnhd5kpNH.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="576" height="768" data-qf-origin="forum/20250722131209front2_0_189091_Fo2DXOElXUUs2AQT2SkLnhd5kpNH.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div> 欣赏周老师佳作超赞:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: 周老师创作特别特别勤奋，为绣湖文学义乌文学的繁荣昌盛作出了巨大贡献，是我们大家学习的光辉榜样！:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: 满满的回忆！ 幸福的回忆！ https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 :hug::hug::hug::hug::hug: 好看
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