<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 一骑红尘里的微尘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 沙蓬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">六月的长安，荔枝是贵妃唇齿间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">未说出口的火焰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">驿站的铜铃摇碎星子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也摇碎一个九品小吏的晨昏</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">李善德的算盘，算得过三千里加急</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">算不过命运的绳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把鲜荔枝缠成续命的灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每片龟甲，都刻着生存的疼</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红荔如血，滴在泛黄的劄子上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晕开盛唐的褶皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当快马踏碎最后一寸月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长安的风，正吹散一枚荔枝的魂魄</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们都是驿道上的赶路人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">背着各自的荔枝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在时光里奔命</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以为追到的是鲜妍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">转身，只剩满手清甜的灰烬</span></p> <p class="ql-block">文字:沙蓬，图片:网络</p>