<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">低首，弓背，弯腰，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风扇的轰鸣掀起发梢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">周末的太阳在窗外徘徊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你的休息日蜷缩在工具箱旁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">尘雾吞噬光线，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像温泉翻涌的波浪。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凌晨三点的车间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你的剪影与机器相互啃咬。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山核桃叶正黄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">板栗将在白露时分爆开盔甲。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你的秋天在更衣室镜中——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一件挂满金属碎屑的工装。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">起早摸黑之间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月亮是枚被磨薄的硬币。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">家人总说你的衣带又宽了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却不知你的骨骼正长出钢筋。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当流水线吞下最后一块暮色，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你的梦在机床底部发芽：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于粗瓷碗里的油星，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于未拆封的新书包，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于明年春天，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山场上空盘旋的纸鸢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">（盛谨华/2025/8/10）</span></p>