<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">雨的信笺</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>文/林韵松声</b></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我推开窗，雨水正挥毫作书——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">以千丝为锋，蘸取云色，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把天空写满朦胧的信笺。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">打在梧桐叶上的逗点，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原是夏天未说完的情话。</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">柏油路骤然绽出万千涟漪，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">撑伞人是移动的标点。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有个孩子赤脚跃过水洼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将倒映的云朵，踩作星光碎屑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">暮色漫过檐角时，路灯正把雨丝镀成金线。</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我听见大地拆信的声响——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每片湿透的落叶都是浸润的词语，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">以飘零，拼写重生的密码。</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>原来最深的寓意不必找寻，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它正顺着玻璃蜿蜒而下：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有些悲伤要渗进土壤里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">才能催开明春的第一粒芽。</span></p>