<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者/姬无殇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片/网络</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盛满月光的瓷碗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它曾长久捧在指节嶙峋的掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此刻静静立于几案</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">汤匙的锈迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也渐渐浸染了每一丝指纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">终于它消失</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如蒸发的水痕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在灶台留下最后一点余温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晒衣绳上垂着清洗过的床单</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悬垂着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像被风晒僵的翅膀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而藤椅在院落里空摇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">摇着摇着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">停在了斜阳</span></p>