梅    花    魂   

 故    乡    的    梅    花    又    开    了   。 一    年    一    度   , 那    朵    朵    冷    艳   、 缕    缕    幽    芳    的    梅    花   ,  总    让    我    想    起    漂    泊    他    乡   、 葬    身    异    国    的    外    祖    父   
 我    出    生    在    东    南    亚    的    星    岛   , 从    小    和    外    祖    父    生    活    在    一    起   。 外    祖    父    年    轻    时    读    了    不    少    经   、 史   、 诗   、 词   , 又    能    书    善    画   , 在    星    岛    文    坛    颇    负    盛    名   。 我    很    小    的    时    候   , 外    祖    父    常    常    抱    着    我   , 坐    在    花    梨    木    大    交    椅    上   , 一    遍    又    一    遍   、 不    厌    其    烦    地    教    我    读    唐    诗    宋    词   。 每    当    读    到    独    在    异    乡    为    异    客   , 每    逢    佳    节    倍    思    亲    春    草    明    年    绿   , 王    孙    归    不    归    自    在    飞    花    轻    似    梦   , 无    边    丝    雨    细    如    愁    之    类    的    句    子   , 常    会    有    一    颗    两    颗    冰    凉    的    泪    珠    落    在    我    的    腮    边   、 手    背   。 这    时    候   , 我    会    拍    着    手    笑    起    来   : 外    公    哭    了   ! 外    公    哭    了   ! 老    人    总    是    摇    摇    头   , 长    长    地    叹    一    口    气   , 说   : 莺    儿   , 你    还    小    呢   , 不    懂   !
 外    祖    父    家    中    有    不    少    古    玩   , 我    偶    尔    摆    弄   , 老    人    也    不    甚    在    意   。 唯    独    书    房    里    那    一    幅    老    干    虬    枝    的    墨    梅    图   , 他    分    外    爱    惜   , 家    人    碰    也    碰    不    得   。 我    五    岁    那    年   , 有    一    回    到    书    房    玩    耍   , 不    小    心    在    上    面    留    了    个    脏    手    印   , 外    祖    父    顿    时    拉    下    脸    来   。 有    生    以    来   , 我    第    一    次    听    到    他    训    斥    我    母    亲   : 孩    子    要    管    教    好   , 这    清    白    的    梅    花   , 是    能    玷    污    的    吗   ? 训    罢   , 便    用    刀    片    轻    轻    刮    去    污    迹   , 又    用    细    绸    子    慢    慢    抹    净   。 看    见    慈    祥    的    外    祖    父    大    发    脾    气   , 我   
 心    里    又    害    怕    又    奇    怪   : 一    幅    画    而    已   , 有    什    么    稀    罕    的    呢   ?
 有    一    天   , 母    亲    忽    然    跟    我    说   : 莺    儿   , 我    们    要    回    中    国    去   !
 干    吗    要    回    去    呢   ?
 那    儿    才    是    我    们    的    祖    国    啊   !
 哦   !  祖    国   , 就    是    那    拥    有    长    江   、 黄    河   、 万    里    长    城    的    地    方    吗   ?  我    欢    呼    起    来   , 小    小    的    心    充    满    了    欢    乐   
 可    是   , 我    马    上    想    起    外    祖    父   , 我    亲    爱    的    外    祖    父   。 我    问    母    亲   : 外    公    走    吗   ?
 外    公    年    纪    太    大    了   ……
 我    跑    进    外    祖    父    的    书    房   , 老    人    正    躺    在    藤    椅    上   。 我    说   : 外    公   , 您    也    回    祖    国    去    吧   !
 想    不    到    外    祖    父    竟    像     小    孩    子    一    样   ,  呜    呜    呜    地     哭    了    起    来   ……
 离    别    的    前    一    天    早    上   , 外    祖    父    早    早    地    起    了    床   , 外    祖    父    早    早    地    起    了    床   , 把    我    叫    到    书    房    里   , 郑    重    地    递    给    我    一    卷    白    杭    绸    包    着    的    东    西   。 我    打    开    一    看   , 原    来    是    那    幅    墨    梅    图   , 就    说   : 外    公   , 这    不    是    您    最    宝    贵    的    画    吗   ?
 是    啊   ,  莺    儿   ,  你    要     好    好    保    存   !  这    梅    花   ,  是   
 我    们    中    国    最    有    名    的    花   。 旁    的    花   , 大    抵    是    春    暖    才    开    花   。 她    却    不    一    样   , 愈    是    寒    冷   , 愈    是    风    欺    雪    压   , 花    开    得    愈    精    神   , 愈    秀    气   。 她    是    最    有    品    格   、 最    有    灵    魂   、 最    有    骨    气    的   ! 几    千    年    来   , 我    们    中    华    民    族    出    了    许    多    有    气    节    的    人    物   , 他    们    不    管    历    经    多    少    磨    难   , 不    管    受    到    怎    样    的    欺    凌   , 从    来    都    是    顶    天    立    地   , 不    肯    低    头    折    节   。 他    们    就    像    这    梅    花    一    样   。 一    个    中    国    人   , 无    论    在    怎    样    的    境    遇    里   , 总    要    有    梅    花    的    秉    性    才    好   !
 回    国    的    那    一    天    正    是    元    旦   , 虽    然    热    带    是    无    所    谓    隆    冬    的   , 但    腊    月     天    气   , 毕    竟    也    凉    飕    飕    的   。 外    祖    父    把    我    们    送    到    码    头   。 风    撩    乱    了    老    人     平    日    梳    理    得    整    整    齐    齐    的    银    发   , 我    觉    得    外    祖    父    一    下    子    衰    老    了    许    多   
 船    快    开    了   , 母    亲    只    好    狠    下    心    来   , 拉    着    我    登    上    大    客    轮   。 想    不    到    眼    含    泪    水    的    外    祖    父    也    随    着    上    了    船   , 递    给    我    一    块    手    绢   —— 雪    白    的    细    亚    麻    布    上    绣    着    血    色    的    梅    花   
 当    年    的    我   , 还    过    于    稚    嫩   , 并    不    懂    得   , 我    带    走    的   , 岂    止    是    我    慈    爱    的    外    祖    父    珍    藏    的    一    幅    丹    青   、 几    朵    血    梅   ? 我    带    走    的   , 是    身    在    异    国    的    华     侨    老    人    一    颗    眷    恋    祖    国    的    赤    子    心    啊   !

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