<p class="ql-block">.</p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">夜钓碧绿湖</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">王国良</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">左边是芦苇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">右边也是，一湖碧波</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一半是月色，一半是星光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">坐在石头上，就坐进了初夜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鱼竿挑起的寂静有点蓝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一次次提起来，鲤鱼 草鱼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">身边的马灯模仿渔火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不让热恋的鸳鸯靠近</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">独处是一种境界，就如秉烛读诗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抽油机倒映湖心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">俯仰之间，像个专注的钓者</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">采油女如采莲人，我不敢惊动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那只与她伴行的白鹳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那年，曾小住湖畔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">撰写铁人的故事，偶尔来湖边走走，摸摸井场上的铁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些铁还在，叩首，打捞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">跪下是铁，站起来也是铁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">轰鸣声化作湿润的低吟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一如我心底，无处安放的抒情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">.</span></p>