<p class="ql-block">晓霜轻覆篱边,</p><p class="ql-block">菊瓣凝着冰晶,</p><p class="ql-block">似玉雕琢的盏,</p><p class="ql-block">盛着晨色的清寒。</p><p class="ql-block">墨绿的枝叶托着黄蕊、</p><p class="ql-block">白瓣、紫萼,在冷风中静立,</p><p class="ql-block">不与春红争艳,独守霜天的清寂。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">晨光微透时,霜花渐融,</p><p class="ql-block">顺着花瓣滑落,滴在青石上,</p><p class="ql-block">碎成点点寒凉。风过菊丛,</p><p class="ql-block">暗香浮动,似老者低吟,</p><p class="ql-block">藏着岁月沉淀的温润。</p><p class="ql-block">枝桠斜斜,影落阶前,</p><p class="ql-block">与霜痕交织,晕出一幅淡墨画,</p><p class="ql-block">静得能听见晨光爬过花瓣的声响。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">露重霜寒中,菊开得愈发从容,</p><p class="ql-block">每一片花瓣都凝着倔强,</p><p class="ql-block">将冷寂的晨色,</p><p class="ql-block">染出几分风骨与温柔。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>