<p class="ql-block">文/老虎wds</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号：7240556</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">【引言】</span><span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">闲人走近荷花塘，见到枯荷，那象征生命的凋零；其孤寂的几何折线，勾勒出残缺之美。水中藕节，犹如蛰伏的笔，正默写下一场荷花盛宴的序章。感叹之余，时逢征文，故留下拙笔情思……</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">残荷听雨时</span></p><p class="ql-block">文/老虎wds</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">霜降后的荷塘学会缄默</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每根梗茎都弯成秤杆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">称量六十载风露的份量</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水鸟掠过时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">叼走了最后一缕余香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">残叶在镜面写遗嘱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">墨痕里藏着夏夜的蛙鸣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我们坐在青石埠头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看水珠在枯黄的脉络间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">推演命理</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">破洞是时光预留的窥窗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">莲蓬低垂如晚祷的钟锤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">收容未说尽的誓言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当斜阳穿过肋骨的栅栏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把金色楔子钉进淤泥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">突然读懂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">枯萎也是种绽放</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此时有雨珠来造访</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在芜杂的舞台奏响千弦琴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我们共用一片荷叶残片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">接住这澄净的梵唱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">任皱纹里的故事被敲打成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">清澈的波光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">待月出东山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">残梗如笔，在墨色水底</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竖一座无字碑林</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">任藕节在黑暗中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将饱满的箴言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">酿成天地间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一声惊雷</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">【赏析】</span><span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">这首深秋荷塘咏怀诗以“枯萎”为核，通过“秤杆”“遗嘱”“钟锤”等意象，欲丈量时光重量。残荷在斜雨中获得宗教般的澄澈，“梵唱”“无字碑”将凋零升华为禅意修行。最终“惊雷”炸响，揭示枯萎亦是生命力的另类绽放，完成对消亡的诗意救赎。全诗在静默与声响、破碎与圆满间构建张力。</span></p> <p class="ql-block">谢谢欣赏诗作的您，</p><p class="ql-block">身心安暖相伴永远！</p>