<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把琐事叠进背包时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨光正漫过窗口的墙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我要去赴一场约</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和那池褪去了粉红的荷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在风里，说说话</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">路不算长，风里裹着秋的凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却没吹散心里的盼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">想象着它们此刻的模样</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">枯梗该是举着空莲蓬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像举着无数个小小的灯笼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等着阳光，一照就亮</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风把叶，剪成了心的形状</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">轻轻搁在枯梗的臂弯上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像秋光递来的信</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">没写半句感伤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只把脉络里的暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晒得亮亮堂堂</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不是凋零的叹息啊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你看那蜷曲的叶缘，多像</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">故意弯出的温柔弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连沾着的晨露</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都顺着爱心的轮廓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">滚成了会笑的小月亮</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必为落尽的粉红叹息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当最后一瓣吻别水面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">枯梗便举起瘦硬的笔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在风里，写下另一种诗行</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们不再争着映晚霞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却把空莲蓬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晾成透明的容器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盛着阳光，盛着飞鸟的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">连雨滴落上去，都带着清亮的响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我蹲下身，与一片残叶对视</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它竟抖落颗露珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像把春天的信</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悄悄塞进我手掌</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>把这池风骨都带走</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏进镜头，也藏进心里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原来告别不是终点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当风掠过残荷的刹那</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我听见明年的绿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正从根须里，轻轻发芽</span></p>