黄尘弥漫的路，向上，向上 
                                                         一次葬礼正缓缓而行 
                                                         燃烧的，厮磨着山村的玉米芯灯 
                                                         引领我们的双脚与灵魂 
                                                         幽幽的光芒弥合天地之间的缝隙 
                                                         后生们举哀的队伍 
                                                         如此虔诚，如此宁静 
                                                         又如此的感到地远天高

                                                         我们大慈大爱的祖父祖母啊
                                                         在走向另一个世界的路上 
                                                         无论先去的，还是后随的
                                                         今夜，又会在一根红绳的掩埋中安息
                                                         不孝的，也是孝顺的我们
                                                         就联想起你们遥远的婚礼
                                                         而引着脚印的幽光
                                                         是如此细长，又如此清晰

                                                         我想到泥土与皮肉与太阳一样的颜色
                                                         想到玉米，这齿状的粮食
                                                         在喂养了我们之后
                                                         骨头，就这样默默无语地燃烧起来

                                                         这是我的老家
                                                         我想到田垄和房舍 
                                                         这以干旱抗拒播种的土地呵
                                                         以春秋笔法衍变日月的轮回
                                                         以歉收的小米养育了不灭的生灵
                                                         盛满一只土黄的海碗
                                                         钱钱粥还是那样地香
                                                         这是老爹说的，叔叔伯伯们说的
                                                         同辈族兄族弟，晚辈族子、族孙说的
                                                         我，又怎能忘掉其中的滋味 

                                                        是的，这些玉米、谷子、豆子捧在碗中
                                                        会同整个高原一样沉重
                                                        就想去岸上喊几声
                                                        以沙哑的嗓子，皴裂的风
                                                        寻觅风尘中的质朴亲情
                                                        玉米芯灯默默无语
                                                        仿佛幽幽的上浮也在倾听
                                                        燃一串苍老的信天游 

                                                         呜呜咽咽，是亘古的唢呐 
                                                         就想起崖壁上的土窑
                                                         土坎上的旱井
                                                         挖掘墓地的板锹 
                                                         驮着炭筐出山的牲灵
                                                         还有从头至脚置放的
                                                         石头——断砖——旧犁 
                                                         想到光秃秃的山梁上
                                                         仅存的苍松翠柏掩映着历代祖坟
                                                         那是不是看似无言的古老星座
                                                         沉吟着，也昭示着呵
                                                         想起缺粮时节
                                                         每粒粮食都有故事
                                                         从赶牲口爷爷腰间的布袋
                                                         直到一把炒面一把雪
                                                         如此的，我们怀揣星光般的火种
                                                         火种般的泪光
                                                         双手和双膝都沾满黄土
                                                         一尊石碑
                                                         一如所有种子的祈祷
                                                         我们不仅膜拜血肉的躯体，纯洁的灵魂 
                                                         亲近这片神秘土地
                                                         我的黄土高坡，高就高在
                                                         离黄河远
                                                         离银河近
                                                         向下望，那是村外黄河的一脉
                                                         是谁唱了一声，喝了咱的酒 
                                                         那是水中的盐，血中的泪
                                                         苍天呵，以列祖列宗的名义
                                                         你给我一碗
                                                         我敬你一杯 

                                                         就知道这方泥土中为何有一种花 
                                                         被久久地歌唱 
                                                         山丹丹，这如心似血的花 
                                                         正是我们播种于斯，心跳于斯的象征 
                                                         我想到血肉的情感如水 
                                                         骨头的质地如石 
                                                         水与石洗磨的黄土层里 
                                                         有骨气的后代一茬茬地生 
                                                         子孙是遗传的骨头，信念是民族的骨头 
                                                         雪山是疆土的骨头，憧憬是生活的骨头 
                                                         才有，轰轰烈烈的死 
                                                         坦坦荡荡的生 
                                                         我知道这沉重的葬礼之后 
                                                         黄土高坡将又一次苏醒 
                                                         重新开始耕作 
                                                         也重新开始爱情 
                                                         是的，生命因为古老而拒绝死亡 
                                                         人呵，抬起头来 
                                                         裸露的脊背一如历史般的铜镜 

孙建军，国家一级作家，中国作家协会会员，四川省作家协会主席团委员。历任《星星》诗刊编辑部主任、四川作协副秘书长、创作研究室主任兼《作家文汇》主编，是20世纪80年代代表性诗人，曾被《中国青年报》、《解放军生活》以专版、专栏介绍，出席过1990年全国青年作家代表大会，《诗刊》第9届“青春诗会”。诗作在《人民文学》、《诗刊》、《星星》等广为发表，诗集《时间之岛》获第三届（1988-1998）四川文学奖，组诗《黄色水土》获1994年度“萌芽文学奖”，电视文学片《黄昏的忏悔》获第22届中国电视金鹰奖和第五届（2003-2006）四川文学奖。

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