<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">诵读：艳杰老师</b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">文字：微笑向暖</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号：65024261</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">图：网络（致谢）</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">2025.10.14</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">台灯把光晕揉成软棉</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在眼睑的雾里漫向梦边</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">发夹是偷懒的萤火</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">从鬓角第二缕发丝 滑进</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">刚折角的晚安</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">窗缝漏了夜的絮语</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">字字句句都是慢下来的时间</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我捏着半块酥软的曲奇</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">跟着童年的童谣声走</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">声的尽头</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲正把搪瓷杯里的温牛奶</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>悄悄</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">兑成梦里的甜</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">指尖碰倒案头的玻璃杯</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">剩半盏凉白开晃着碎月</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我数着墙钟的秒针转圈</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一下</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">都轻得像怕吵醒明天</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">抽屉里压着去年的明信片</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">背面画的小月亮</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">还沾着</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">母亲写“早点睡”时的笔尖暖</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">夜风是轻得发颤的吻</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">拂过耳尖时才察觉</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有没说出口的依赖</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">都成了枕巾上</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">浅淡的暖痕</span></p>