醉美马安竹海

杨琳

<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">绿浪在风的口信中延展 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">节节拔高的传说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">陷入柔软的光晕 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">游人脚步是多余的标点 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竹梢已把天空译成细密的私语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">碎石小径蜿蜒着青苔的史记 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">新笋在古籍夹缝里折腰 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被日光反复摩挲的斑驳 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然散作一地虎形甲骨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">七贤的弦音仍卡在节孔 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每道裂痕却长出新鲜的指纹 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿汉服的云朵路过时 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">遗落片片羽化的诗笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">暗涌的根须在泥土下方改写信件 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">收件人写着明年的春天 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当月光开始用篆书临摹竹影 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">整座竹海忽然轻轻晃动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来我们都是被风偶然翻开的 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">某一页竹简……</span></p>