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                                      爷爷依然挑着一副木水桶，

                                      从窄陡的土坡上碎步下行，

                                      沿坡底走一段石路到井口，

                                      手拎一卷粗麻绳软中带硬，

                                      拴牢桶的提手慢慢放下井。

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                                      边沿矮矮的老井如同深洞，

                                      探头下望倒吸冷气心也惊，

                                      爷爷小心翼翼分开脚站稳，

                                      弯下腰抓紧绳子晃动不停，

                                      只听到咕嘟咕嘟灌水声音。

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                                      爷爷瘦削的身板并不轻松，

                                      使劲把桶一把一把拽上井，

                                      装满水的桶轻轻放在平地，

                                      喘口气把另一只桶吊下井，

                                      宽宽的前额上汗珠亮晶晶。

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                                      侧身微蹲挑肩上均衡用力，

                                      戴上手套把扁担铁环抓紧，

                                      挑起几十斤重的桶往回走，

                                      木扁担一颤一颤上下变形，

                                      一路上吱呀吱呀好似蝉鸣。

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                                     上坡时吃力地一步步走稳，

                                     但水桶摆来摆去不听指令，

                                     爷爷尽全身气力平衡水桶，

                                     汗珠坠入脖颈浸湿了衣领，

                                     然而还是摇晃出许多水凌。

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                                    爷爷咬着牙脸憋成了铜壶，

                                    一口气把水挑上了陡坡顶，

                                    桶里的水三分之一已消损，

                                    爷爷喘着气眼神却很平静，

                                    艰难的路日复一日还得行。

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                                    搁下扁担用毛巾擦擦汗水，

                                    远处的山坡泛出层层绿青，

                                    一路上拐过水塘绕过树林，

                                    在踩实的土路上大步疾行，

                                    村口张望的奶奶映入眼睛。

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                                   儿时记忆中祖辈们的吃水,

                                   家家户户都是如此的艰辛,

                                   难忘几十年前山村的情境,

                                   梦里涌动着故乡那口老井，

                                   爷爷的辛苦与奶奶的担心。

                                                                                2016年4月18日