<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨雾还没揉开惺忪的眼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我已握起竹扫帚，扫净街巷的霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一粒尘埃都顺着帚尖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落进晨光初醒的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">暮色漫过青砖灰瓦时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我叩响一扇扇木门的轻响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">问一声“晚饭暖否”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>收一句“安好如常”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">转身时，晚风捎来熟悉的香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那方久未俯身的菜畦</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏在院墙转角的老地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竟悄悄把绿意，织成细密的网</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每缕藤蔓都朝着我归来的路，轻轻晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">露珠还沾着昨夜的星光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在菜叶上滚成细碎的糖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">金银花藤悄悄爬上旧架</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把去年的香，又缀满了新的枝桠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每片新叶都举着嫩芽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像踮脚张望的孩子，叽叽喳喳：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“你看，你看——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我们把日子，养得和从前一样旺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连风掠过，都带着从前的暖呀”</span></p>