<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">文字创作／青慈</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">89136334</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">图片/网络</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">版权©️归原创/致谢</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">巷口的老邮筒</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">绿漆剥落，露出旧铁的纹路</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">它不说话，只是静立着</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">像一位缄默的老人</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">在老槐树下站了许多年</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">仿佛诉说着过去的慢时光</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">它，记得我十七岁</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">半朵风干的茉莉</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">夹在信纸里，香气已散尽</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">那个蝉鸣不休的夏天</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">我踮脚投信时</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">风掀开了白衬衫下摆</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">像一封迟迟未落款的青春</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">清晨，邮差大叔清脆的铃声</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">听起来格外亲切</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">铜色钥匙串撞出细碎声响</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">仿佛一串押韵的晨光</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">锁孔轻启，倾落一叠</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">皱巴巴、沉甸甸的期盼</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">父亲的叮咛</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">朋友聊不完的话题</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">说不完的心事</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">爱人隔山跨海的思念</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">邮筒从未老去</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">它是岁月的信使</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">穿梭于千山万水，一投一取</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">传递着世间最真挚的情感</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">后来，我搬了几次家</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">地址一换再换</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">唯有它，守着墙根蔓延的青苔</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">和尘封已久的心事</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">还有，那半页未写完</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">也未曾寄出的纸笺</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">今日晴光潋滟，碎金倾泻</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">漫过青瓦旧巷石阶</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">一穗紫藤斜垂巷空</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">柔烟牵着浅紫花铃轻晃</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">蝶形花瓣落在邮筒的锈痕上</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">像盖了枚迟到的邮戳</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">不觉间又走到这里</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">指尖拂过掉漆的筒身，微凉 </p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">原来整条巷子已经换新</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">青石板铺成了柏油路</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">快递车呼啸而过</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">它依然立在街角，固执而安详</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1"><br></p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">原来，有些话不必抵达</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">有些信不必拆封</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">那些未寄出的话，远去的时光</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">从不是遗憾</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">它们在风里，雨里，锈迹里</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">在记忆折痕中悄然发酵</p><p class="ql-block ql-indent-1">最后，酿成一巷无言的香</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>