<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">桂香漫过窗棂时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">恰是“桂子月中落”的清浅</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">国庆的红漫过街巷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又叠着“灯火钱塘三五夜”的暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月轮刚攀上檐角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像从“天涯共此时”的诗句里浮出来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">轻轻碰响我摊在案头的行囊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和那串冰凉的机车钥匙圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">跨上座驾的瞬间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">引擎声撞碎了案头的琐碎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">忽然懂了“仗剑走天涯”不是传说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是手把攥紧风的震颤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风掀起衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">卷走“举头望明月”的牵绊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连后视镜里渐远的家门</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都成了“轻舟已过万重山”的注脚片段</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">管它是“但愿人长久”的团圆期盼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还是巷口飘来的月饼甜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">车轮碾过的路，正沿着风的轨迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把自由的轮廓越描越鲜——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这一程，没有什么能挡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">就像古人追着月光赶路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我追着风，追着心里那片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">没被烟火染过的天</span></p>