<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者：胡杨林的回忆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇：1341463</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片：网络</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我总在某个安静的清晨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">听见春天，悄悄落下来。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是喧嚣，不是呐喊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是轻轻的、细细的、温柔的雨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">带着云的柔软，风的低语，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漫过屋檐，漫过枝头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漫过沉睡的大地。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她不像夏雨那样热烈，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也不似秋雨那般凉薄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">春雨，是春天最温柔的手，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻抚摸着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>人间的每一处角落。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她落在干裂的泥土里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">泥土便醒了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悄悄拱出嫩绿的芽，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把藏了一冬的心事，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">慢慢发芽。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她落在枯瘦的枝桠间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">枝桠便软了，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">酝酿出小小的花苞，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">等着一场天晴，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就热烈地开放。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她落在行人的肩头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不冷，不凉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只带来一丝湿润的暖意，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一句轻轻的安慰：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">别怕，冬天已经走远。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有人说，春雨无声，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我分明听见，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她在对世界轻声诉说：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">放下疲惫，放下忧伤，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一切都可以重新开始。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雨丝细细，如诗如诉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">洗去尘埃，也洗去迷茫。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当春雨落下，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">人间便多了一份清澈，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">心，便多了一份希望。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">春天从不是突然到来，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是被这一场温柔的雨，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一点点，唤醒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一点点，照亮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一点点，铺满整个心房。</span></p> 春雨 春雨