<p class="ql-block"><b>文/逸香雪莹/139701282</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b><span class="ql-cursor">油画/Remzi Taskiran</span></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>我停在这里很久了。</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 久到藤蔓以为我是岸，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 久到孩童把我的龙骨，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 当作攀向天空的梯。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">人们路过，说：“这船废了。”</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 可他们不知，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 我的每一道裂痕里，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 都住着一片未退的潮。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">正午，阳光倾落，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 船板渐渐发烫，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 像被一双熟悉的手掌抚摸。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 这时，浪声就来了，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 从我的肋骨深处缓缓升起。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"><br></span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">那是北大西洋的暴风雨夜，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 桅杆折断，星图沉没；</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 那是南太平洋的无风带，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 时间如盐，结晶在帆上；</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 那是归航前最后一道浪，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 温柔地，推我靠岸……</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">如今我不再航行，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 但大海从未离开。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 它化作晨雾爬上甲板，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 化作雨滴敲打舱底，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 化作深夜寂静时，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 那一声无人听见的，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> “哗……啦……”船板晒暖时，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 我便知道：浪声已入骨，</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor"> 而我，仍是海的孩子。</span></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><span class="ql-cursor">纵使停泊，心潮未息。</span></b></p>