<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;">雨丝是天空的绣娘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将暮春的残瓣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绣进青石板的褶皱。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">麦苗在风里书写瘦金体，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一笔都蘸着露水的墨汁，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">未干的字迹被阳光晒成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">半透明的金箔。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老农的蓑衣挂在竹架上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">褶皱里抖落出三月的蛙鸣，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而檐角的风铃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>正把蝉蜕摇成琥珀。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">溪水漫过石埠时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总爱用清凉的舌尖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">舔舐青苔。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">芦苇丛中浮起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">去年沉底的蝉壳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">空腔里回荡着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">未及谱写的乐章。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">孩童把柳笛吹成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青杏的酸涩，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">惊醒了瓦蓝天空下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">打盹的云絮。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些被春雨泡软的诺言，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正在篱笆边的忍冬藤上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">重新抽芽成翡翠色的等待。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晒谷场上的编织袋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盛满整个春天的私语。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">农人弯腰时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脊梁骨撑起一片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">倒悬的星空，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">汗珠坠入泥土的刹那，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">听见万千种子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在黑暗中翻身的声响。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">田埂边的野蔷薇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">攀着篱笆生长，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">荆棘刺破的晨曦里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>渗出胭脂般浓稠的芬芳。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">暮色四合时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">萤火虫提着灯笼校对星图。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老墙根下的苔藓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正用年轮丈量光阴，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每圈涟漪都藏着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蝉鸣与蛙声的密语。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我们站在季节的门槛上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看万物以不同的姿态破茧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">——麦穗低头是向土地致谢，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藤蔓攀援是为触摸更高的月光。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">立夏的呼吸里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏着万物生长的密码。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当雷声在云层深处磨墨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所有蛰伏的渴望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都将在雨中醒来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">以青翠的笔锋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">续写生命的史诗。</span></p>