<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晨露还凝在菜苗尖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我就掐下带泥的新鲜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竹篮里蜷着的火龙果</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是太阳吻透的甜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">灶火轻舔铁锅沿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">飘起的不只是炊烟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是土地捧出的真心意</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">盛进粗瓷碗里面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">日子最真的甜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从不是橱窗的光鲜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是亲手摘的果蔬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裹着风与阳光的暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是餐桌边那声“鲜”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把四季，嚼成心安</span></p>