<p class="ql-block">丙午二十四節気-05.《清明》.</p><p class="ql-block">馮時行 詩</p><p class="ql-block">寶勒香輪簇柳陰，</p><p class="ql-block">宦遊清味獨沈吟。</p><p class="ql-block">野雲未散山頭暗，</p><p class="ql-block">春水初生岸腳深。</p><p class="ql-block">萬裏松濤寒食淚，</p><p class="ql-block">十年萍梗故園心。</p><p class="ql-block">狂風又卷殘紅去，</p><p class="ql-block">飛落誰家無處尋。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">清明到了，柳色初盛，風裏還帶點涼意，卻已不刺骨。我總愛在這時節踱步河岸，看水波微漾，新綠浮於水面，像一層薄薄的青霧浮在春水之上。遠山含黛，雲影徘徊，不散不聚，正合了詩中那句「野雲未散山頭暗」——不是陰沉，是含蓄；不是悶，是靜。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">這節氣，清而明，不單是天光澄澈，更是心光初透。寒食剛過，煙火暫歇，人便格外念起故園：一株老槐、半堵矮牆、祖母蒸的青團還在記憶裏泛著艾香……詩裡說「十年萍梗故園心」，我雖未漂泊萬里，可每每站在這岸邊，也覺自己像一葉浮萍，被春水輕輕推著，往記憶深處去。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">最動人的，是那「狂風又卷殘紅去，飛落誰家無處尋」。不是傷春，是懂春——花開本不為久留，風來亦非為摧折，只是時序一轉，便自有其去處。我見過鄰家孩子踮腳撲蝶，也見過老匠人蹲在院中，用竹篾紮一隻簡樸的紙鳶，線軸在手，目光卻望向高處的雲。清明，原不只是追思，更是輕輕一抬頭，把心也放飛一程。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">丙午之年，節氣如約而至。柳陰下，香輪過處，不單是車馬蹤跡，更是歲月緩行的印記。我亦學著沈吟片刻：不急著寫，不急著走，就讓這清與明，先落進眼裏，再落進心裏。</p> <p class="ql-block">Bingwu 24 solar terms -05. Qingming Festival Feng </p><p class="ql-block">Shixing's poetry treasures the fragrance of the lotus wheel clustered in the shade of the willows, and the pure taste of the official's journey is deeply recited. </p><p class="ql-block">The wild clouds have not dispersed yet, and the mountains are dark. </p><p class="ql-block">The spring water is fresh and the shore is deep.</p><p class="ql-block">Thousands of miles of pine waves, cold eating tears, ten years of Ping Geng's hometown heart. </p><p class="ql-block">The strong wind has swept away the remnants, </p><p class="ql-block">leaving no place to find anyone who has fallen.</p>