<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《时光的回响》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">种子在土底数着寒来暑往，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把养分嚼成向上的力量，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当花苞撑破最后一层壳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">整个春天都为它鼓掌。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">石缝里藏着浅绿的倔强，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风过不响，雨来不慌，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">待到春阳漫过堤岸时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">根须已在暗处织成了网。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竹影悄悄褪下旧岁的裳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一节一节，往云里生长，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黑夜里无人问津的时刻，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">骨节正迸发向上生长的力量。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泥土迎送了无数次月亮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蝉才抖落满身的土霜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夏风递来麦克风时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">声声都在说“不曾相忘”。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">茧房织着斑斓的梦想，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">咬破了，便生出翅膀，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些啃过黑暗的齿痕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都成翅尖闪烁的光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水珠一滴滴垂落，从不声张，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把硬骨头吻出软心肠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">岁月在石上刻下勋章，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纹路里全是走过的过往。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">云絮积攒着每一缕微茫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从薄如蝉翼到厚重如墙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">忽有惊雷劈开墨色云层，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">万千雨丝便润透田埂麦芒。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脚印叠着脚印，迈向远方，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不问归途，只问方向，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨雾漫过远山肩膀时，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">谁在风里笑说“路的分量”。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所有沉默的扎根与眺望，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都在时光里慢慢酝酿，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些无人知晓的跋涉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">终会在某天，长成自己的光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">2025.08.05</span></p>