<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">昵称：通海 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>美篇号：11720110</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">二十三点二公里的脊梁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在诸暨五泄的褶皱里蜿蜒成诗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一千五百六十三米的上升</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是大地向天空递出的战书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一千五百七十一米的下降</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是云雾对攀登者的俯首称臣</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">东中西线环抱成倔强的弧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石阶在山体上刻下时间的齿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一步都踩响地质年轮的回音</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">护栏如铁铸的琴弦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">弹奏着体力与意志的和弦</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五泄禅寺的钟声里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我以摄影师的瞳孔启程</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">电动观光车卸下尘世的疲惫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却卸不下对自然的敬畏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第五泄的轰鸣是开场的鼓点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水花在悬崖上跳起死亡之舞</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第四泄的丝绦垂落千年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第三泄的珠帘溅起唐宋的月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第二泄的玉带缠住游人的脚步</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第一泄的银练终于铺成通途</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红枫林在九月的风里燃烧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">西龙潭的深渊藏着龙王的呼吸</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">楠木林的枝桠织就绿色天网</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">西源大峡谷的回声是远古的战歌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">毛龙潭的漩涡吞噬又吐出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">攀登者的疲惫与兴奋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水流在落差间切换节奏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">急板与柔板交替奏响山涧交响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石阶是垂直的琴键</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每步都按下体能的音符</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">护栏是隐形的指挥棒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">引领着气喘吁吁的乐章</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那位七岁的小精灵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在台阶上跳跃成灵动的音符</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">父母的目光织成保护网</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">任她撒欢在自然的怀抱</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"爷爷你真棒！"</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她的童声撞碎山间的寂静</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我数着她辫梢的蝴蝶结</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像数着两朵移动的彩云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">四十二岁的中年人驻足惊叹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"八十岁还能登山？"</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他的疑问在峡谷里荡起涟漪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我望着他英俊的侧脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看见二十年后的自己</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">攀登者的歌声从云层飘落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是激励更是自勉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每步上升都缩短与云端的距离</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每步下降都加深对大地的眷恋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">惊险处石阶化作独木桥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">考验着心跳的频率</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">水花在镜头里凝固成水晶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">急流是白色的闪电</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缓流是绿色的丝绸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山风把汗水吹成盐粒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">嵌进岁月的掌纹</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当终点线隐入暮色</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">16000步的足迹已长成年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五泄的馈赠不在顶峰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而在攀登时每一声心跳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在石阶上每一滴汗水的坠落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在与陌生人相遇时的微笑</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这不是征服自然的旅程</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是与山川对话的仪式</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当双腿变成颤抖的琴弦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">灵魂已在云端奏响凯歌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">五泄的环线是生命的等高线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">标注着勇气与坚持的海拔</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">暮色中的五泄禅寺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">钟声再次响起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这次是为所有攀登者</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也为脚下这片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">永远在召唤的山河</span></p> <p class="ql-block">2025年9月23日制作</p>