<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">她自晨雾中走来，裙摆缀满星辰与山野的传说。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">银铃掠过水面，惊起一池潋滟的晨光。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">绣花鞋尖点破的涟漪里，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏着东巴经文里未写完的夏至。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">荷花俯身吻她的银项圈时，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">连风都忘了吹散——</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">那抹绣在衣襟上，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">比朱砂更灼眼的晚霞。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">她来时，整个丽江的夏天都侧了侧身，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">绣满星月的百褶裙扫过荷尖，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">惊起一池被晨露吻湿的霞光。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">银镯沉进水面，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">荡开的不是涟漪，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">是东巴经里失传的某个韵脚。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">风数着她衣领上未说完的图腾，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">而荷花正一片片，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">替她记下裙摆的重量。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">她站着，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">就是荷塘</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">最动人的那支倒影。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">—— 当蝴蝶停在她肩头，时间便有了具体的形状。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">摄影：朋友</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">后期：春风化雨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p>