<p class="ql-block">手心里的春</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">布满老茧的手</p><p class="ql-block">是岁月没写完的文章</p><p class="ql-block">裹着这捧黄</p><p class="ql-block">像从指缝漏下的光</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">指节弯成旧巷的墙</p><p class="ql-block">裂痕里</p><p class="ql-block">藏着没说出口的晴朗</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">风从袖口钻进来时</p><p class="ql-block">花茎颤了颤</p><p class="ql-block">像谁轻碰了下</p><p class="ql-block">没讲完的过往</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">这春没往远处去</p><p class="ql-block">就窝在粗糙的掌纹里</p><p class="ql-block">成了比年轮</p><p class="ql-block">更软的伤</p>