<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">摄影：一袭月</p><p class="ql-block">2025.12.20 洛阳 隋唐遗址园</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">寒萧枝头，天地俱寂，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唯有寒梅悄然绽蕊。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">疏影横斜，是瘦枝与冬日的私语；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">暗香浮动，是冷蕊与清风的缠绵。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不与春红争艳，只在霜天里守一份清傲，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">任风寒雕琢风骨，任幽香漫过时光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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;">冬意渐浓，枝头的腊梅率先醒了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">金黄的瓣儿挨挨挤挤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在枯瘦的枝桠间酿出一缕幽香，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">倒像是把冬日的暖阳揉进了花蕊里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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;">而红梅开的更早更烈，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">粉的、红的花苞顶着寒风绽开，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">铁骨般的枝干托着娇嫩的花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">倒成了冬日里最鲜活的一抹艳色。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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;">冬日的园子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总显得清寂，直到寒梅开了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">腊梅的香是冷的，绕着鼻尖不肯走；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红梅的艳是暖的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在素白的天地里戳出一点红。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必寻遍枝头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">单是瞥见那一簇黄、一抹粉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">便知冬有风骨，亦有温柔。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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;">风越寒，梅越香。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看那腊梅蜷在老枝上，花瓣薄得像纸，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却偏要在霜天里开得热闹；</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红梅更倔，骨朵儿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从枯枝里钻出来，一点点绽成胭脂色</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原来冬天从不是荒芜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只是把最美的惊艳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">留给了敢与寒雪争锋的梅。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p>