淡淡消散

        门前安放着

        几把磨新的锄头

        锄头上挂着

        几顶霉旧的草帽

        村庄渐渐

        多了几个身影

        偶尔传来

        几句清静的声息

        坐在门边石凳的我

        恬浸在了这清晨的村庄

        毫无所想，那样的安详

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