<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨丝织碎杜罗河的蓝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石板路盛着半盏云影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红屋顶顺着坡度流淌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像未干的酒渍，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晕开中世纪的褶皱</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">酒窖的木窗半掩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">橡木桶呼吸着潮湿的香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨珠敲过青铜酒标</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些葡萄牙语的名字，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在湿气里洇成虚线</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">行人的脚步轻踩水洼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">溅起的光斑里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">船缆垂在河面，随波晃荡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把桥的影子扯成散乱的丝线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨没有形状，却缝合了所有棱角</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">教堂的尖顶隐进雾霭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">酒窖的石阶藏着苔藓的秘密</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">波尔图在雨中卸下规整</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一滴雨，都是自由的注脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落在异乡人的睫毛上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凝成半首未写完的诗</span></p>