<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">斑驳的守望，能否被</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黄昏的潮水读懂。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">石阶生苔时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">渡口的老木船，船板</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">渐渐长出潮湿的皱纹。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沉默的系船桩，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在夕光里弯成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">佝偻的脊背。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风声如何翻译</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">浪花写下的密码。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小渔村在涨潮前，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">收拢渔网里散落的疲惫。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我无法劝说固执的事物，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">越苍老越习惯独语。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">百年的老渡口和崭新的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">栈桥、灯塔、游艇隔着时间的暗涌。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当它习惯了等待，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">人们轻易把它和它们区分。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">撒网捕鱼枕浪而眠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">将贝壳穿成风铃挂在窗前，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">见证着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老渡口石阶般的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">与层层苔痕一样</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">细密的晨昏，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和我们</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">急于赶路却又频频回望的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所有</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p>