<p class="ql-block">《残荷听雨》</p><p class="ql-block">文/一弦清心</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">墨色在池面洇开，</p><p class="ql-block">枯茎垂首，临摹</p><p class="ql-block">比秋霜更瘦的笔锋。</p><p class="ql-block">候鸟掠过时，</p><p class="ql-block">衔走一缕枯香。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">池塘是张宣纸，</p><p class="ql-block">水痕在装裱时光。</p><p class="ql-block">残叶蜷成茶盏，</p><p class="ql-block">盛接天空坠落的清露；</p><p class="ql-block">莲蓬低垂，打捞</p><p class="ql-block">淤泥里沉淀的星芒。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">水影轻颤，将往事</p><p class="ql-block">叠成深浅不一的涟漪。</p><p class="ql-block">藕节在暗处临帖，</p><p class="ql-block">默写蛰伏的平仄；</p><p class="ql-block">风穿过空腔，</p><p class="ql-block">抖落满池斑驳的钤印。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">月光前来装裱，</p><p class="ql-block">将枯槁收束成卷轴。</p><p class="ql-block">那些折断的骨骼，</p><p class="ql-block">依然保持着</p><p class="ql-block">迎接盛夏的姿态。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">当秋雨开始吟唱，</p><p class="ql-block">所有寂静都侧耳倾听。</p><p class="ql-block">淤泥之下，藕节</p><p class="ql-block">如顿挫的笔锋，勾勒</p><p class="ql-block">来年水墨渐融的春天。</p>