<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一块砖，驮着欧陆的窑火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">釉光漫过石库门的飞檐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浮雕里嵌着老洋房的榫卯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">油烟浸过，童谣唱彻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">墙皮剥落处，你露青灰风骨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">珐琅釉裹着百年潮声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如老钟摆，叩问每个晨昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你把梧桐斑驳酿作暗纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每块珐琅都是褪色信笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">—— 弄堂未老，窗棂未凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这些被时光腌透的烟火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有你的传奇，亦是城的偏旁</span></p>