<p class="ql-block">诗文/摄影：好摄之图</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号：391942</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">春风蘸着千年墨香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在枝头临摹《诗经》里的夭夭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">灼灼其华的章节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">被粉白的蝶翅轻轻翻阅</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">陶潜的篱落，崔护的门扉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都藏进绯红的褶皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">千树万树的云霞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是盛唐遗落的胭脂盒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">倾倒了整个江南烟雨</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我站在花影深处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看时光将每片花瓣酿成酒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">醉了秦淮河畔的桨声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">醉了宋词里纷飞的韵脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而所有未说出口的情愫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都化作枝头欲坠的星光</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一场盛放都是预言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些夭折在寒风里的梦想</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">终会在某个清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">被漫山遍野的温柔唤醒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当花瓣亲吻泥土的刹那</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我听见整个春天拔节的声响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">驻足在花影婆娑处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">细数时光镌刻的纹路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每片花瓣都是褪色的信笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">写满唐诗宋词的婉约</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏着元曲里未诉尽的衷肠</span></p>