<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">白色十字架钉住山脊的绿绒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">铁制的祷词在云端转动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们收集信宜合水中坳的季风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把山谷的沉默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">翻译成电流的嗡鸣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我抬头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看钢铁的枝条结出光的果实</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每片旋转的阴影里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都藏着被驯服的雷声……</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风车在云里写字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又轻轻擦去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们整日整夜地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">搬运着群山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">搬运着光的碎银</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">春晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我数到第三十七座风车</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">突然想起——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有转动的白色手臂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都在测量</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天空的寂寞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而山谷保持缄默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像被翻动的旧账本</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一页都写着：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"此页无风"</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风的手指在叶片上写字</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">写满整座山的脊背</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些透明的字迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被阳光晒成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一节节铁塔的阴影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我抬头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数着巨大的三叶轮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数到第三十七座</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就数乱了——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风把数字吹散</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">撒向更远的峰峦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">测量员收起他的仪器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说：这里的风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每秒钟值三毛钱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而山沉默着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在账本里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">慢慢写下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">亘古的折旧率……</span></p>