<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红灯笼把夜色酿成蜜糖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人数着归途的站台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">贴着迎春花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她们把胭脂锁进抽屉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏蓝，是今夜唯一的妆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">警徽是别在眉梢的星</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">肩灯是汉江边行走的河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">巴山低垂的雾幔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她们穿过，踏碎爆竹的余响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也踏稳一城安睡的鼾声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">女子的疆场不只在屏幕与灶台</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她们扶正被风吹歪的“福”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">回应一个孩子的敬礼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让迟归的脚印，遇见光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必说“不让须眉”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看焐热的对讲机，看眼神交出的回答</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当万家灯火渐次点染</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她们缺席，是千万场的在场</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不圆，是千万个圆的圆心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当晨光爬上徽章</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">昨夜融进霜里的足迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">长成新春第一缕静默的晨曦</span></p>