<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/昵称：浅饮独酌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号：5121912</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图：网络（致谢原创）</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">时针与分针的夹角是45度时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黄昏正从钟摆的褶皱里滴落。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一群青年站在天平的两端，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">左手托着理想，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">右手攥紧现实——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那倾斜的弧度，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不是妥协的弧光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而是潮水退去时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">贝壳在沙粒间呼吸的韵律 。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们曾在理想的峭壁上攀援，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指尖划破云雾，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却触到现实的岩层。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">于是松开紧握的岩钉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">任风灌满衣襟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在跌宕的褶皱里种下藤蔓。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藤蔓向上生长，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">根系向下蔓延，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将年轮刻成螺旋的阶梯：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一级是此刻的茶凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">与键盘的震颤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一级是未来的星轨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>与未命名的山巅 。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人把45度折叠成纸船，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">载着未寄出的诗，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">漂向城市的暗河。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">船身压着房贷的砝码，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却载得动地铁玻璃倒影中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那朵未凋的蓝莲花。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们在格子间驯养蝴蝶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用Excel表格编织经纬，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让每个数据点都长出羽翼——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当报表末尾的句号坠落，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">便化作萤火，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>点亮出租屋窗台的月光 。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">45度是竹子弯腰的弧度，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">节节生长，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>却将锋芒藏进年轮。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人称它为“缓冲带”，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们却听见骨头里拔节的潮声。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些被996揉皱的梦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在深夜的便利店蒸笼里舒展，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">化作一碗热汤面升腾的雾气，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">模糊了工牌上的姓名与星座 。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们不是妥协的标本，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而是行走的等高线。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在咖啡杯沿与论文</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">致谢的交界处，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在相亲角的传单</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">与登山包的背带之间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用45度的目光丈量世界：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">既不跪地捡拾六便士，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也不踮脚摘取虚妄的月亮。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只在晨昏线的褶皱里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将理想与现实</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>用等号轻轻缝合——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一半是未熄灭的篝火，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一半是正在孵化的黎明 。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">五四的风穿过百年，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">吹散了长衫上的墨迹，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却吹不散骨血里沸腾的岩浆。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">45度的青年们，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正以倾斜的姿态站成纪念碑：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">底座刻着“不服”，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">顶端写着“未完待续”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当所有棱角都化作圆润的叙事，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们仍在等——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等一场恰到好处的雪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落满所有未竟的诗行。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">谨以此篇献给五四青年节——那些在坐标系里种下火焰的年轻人。</b></p>