<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文：老王</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号：917295</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风走过，枝叶便低语，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">树影在阶上写细密的信。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风拂过檐铃，叮当声中，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沉静时光里，飘荡着前尘。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">果实半熟，悬在枝上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风摇动它，像晃动的钟。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蝉蜕空壳，伏在树身，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风轻轻吹过，是无声的送。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风翻开旧作业的扉页，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">字迹如蝴蝶，在回忆里飞；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风翻卷起褪色的书签，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夹在少年那一页，不曾枯萎。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风啊，吹过半夏，吹向秋凉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">吹着人行走，吹着人伫望。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风是信使，带着时光的印痕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风继续吹，风依然在唱。</span></p>