<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">合江门手记</span><span style="font-size:15px;">（现代诗）</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18px;">文/代强（安徽）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凌晨三点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青旅的床单</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还在接听候鸟的来电</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我蜷缩在长江的摇篮里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用红糖浆的呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">解开糯米襁褓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">燕窝丝在晨光中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">舒展成地理课本的褶皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">岷江与金沙江</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在青铜鼎耳处合流</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水纹编织的经纬线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿过我的掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有支流</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是时间的索引</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">朝天门、 长涪汇 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">白塔山的月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正被折叠进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">同一只漂流瓶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">霓虹的潮汐准时漫过广场</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夹镜楼吞下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">整条岷江的倒影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五粮液广告牌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把光斑酿成液态星辰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">人群在LED地球仪上迁徙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一串未解码的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">摩斯电码</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我数着对岸光塔的肋骨</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;">地理老师曾说：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“源头与起点之间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">隔着三十七种方言的重量”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而此刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有支流都汇入我的瞳孔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">成为黑夜的等高线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最后一班渡轮切开水面时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有人正把古街的灯火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缝进长江的毛细血管</span></p>