<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">盘古怒挥利剑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">劈开天门的瞬间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">时间，凝固了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">万物，惊愕躁动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风，搅动着静夜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裹挟着尘沙迅速滚向天门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">安稳的山，不再沉睡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">笨重的大脑努力抬起，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">贪婪地望向天堂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">孤独者，翘首企盼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只能接受，没有翅膀的现实</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青金道人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">25.1.12</span></p>