<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">整个上午都在谈论那片金黄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是个兜售颜料的货郎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你指着远处说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风在田埂上练习分行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蜜蜂把光酿成嗡嗡响的糖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">路过许多正在褪色的地名</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有些开成了云朵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有些伏在地上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你忽然停下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数起裙摆沾的花粉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说这是去年冬天存下的糖霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我望见整片花海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在光线里轻轻摇晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像大地举着无数细小的灯盏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">等着某个黄昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">来将它们逐个熄灭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而你站在田埂尽头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">慢慢松开攥着春天的手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让那些金黄从指缝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漏成身后安静的夕光……</span></p>