<p class="ql-block">诗文：玉树临风•小风</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号码：515062164</p><p class="ql-block">美图：来自网络～谢谢</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《风把春揉进四月》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文：小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">日历被春风翻过第四页时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">冻土开始舒展褶皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蚯蚓在土里练习翻身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">桃树把积攒一冬的粉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">全抖在枝头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每朵花都顶着露珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像未干的泪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却闪着笑的光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">对着路过的蚂蚁眨眼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">田埂上的紫云英铺成地毯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紫的发蓝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">农人牵着牛走过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">牛蹄印里很快长出青苔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">远处的麦田正在拔节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绿浪推着绿浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每片叶子都举着阳光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像举着小小的火焰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">布谷鸟的叫声从云里掉下来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">砸在秧苗上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">长出一串青嫩的希望</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夜晚不再是墨色的浓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">星星稀疏地闪着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月光漫过窗台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在书页上洇出浅白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有虫鸣从草丛里浮上来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">细碎，却执着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像谁在数着春天的颗粒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一颗，又一颗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">杏花落了满地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像是谁拆开的情书？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我数着檐下的雨滴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一滴是抽条的柳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一滴是含苞的桃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还有一滴——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落在孩子仰起的脸上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绽开——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">比四月所有花，都甜的笑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原来人间的好，都藏在这些</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">轻轻巧巧的瞬间里</span></p>