诗文/摄影/歌唱均为原创 <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">六月的风踮脚蹭过护坝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把第一缕阳光掖在衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">路肩石缝里，秋英抢先醒了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">两三枝举着小喇叭，把土坡吹靓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">粉的像糖纸皱褶，白的像旧墙脱皮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">金的，像有人把蜂蜜滴在草叶中央</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小时候我们用狗尾巴草编戒指</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把蒲公英伞兵一口气送到路基尽头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泥巴糊满裤腿也不在乎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">摔倒了就揪一颗野莓，把甜咬出汁来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">现在手机蓝光常亮到凌晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">导航把我们绕进一模一样的路口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">可拐出小区，那丛秋英又在路边摇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">童年的纸飞机便啪嗒落回掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一只蚂蚁沿茎秆上去，顶着露珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像顶着我当年那只磨破的玻璃弹子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把它轻轻别在袖口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">柏油缝里那点黄忽然比任何提醒都亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">六月不等人过节，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它只管把土坡吵成一片不安分的声浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">六月，秋英不管节日</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/向东流</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">六月的风踮脚蹭过护坝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把第一缕阳光掖在衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">路肩石缝里，秋英抢先醒了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">两三枝举着小喇叭，把土坡吹亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">粉的像糖纸皱褶，白的像旧墙脱皮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">金的，像有人把蜂蜜滴在草叶中央</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">小时候我们用狗尾巴草编戒指</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把蒲公英伞兵一口气送到路基尽头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">泥巴糊满裤腿也不在乎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">摔倒了就揪一颗野莓，把甜咬出汁来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">现在手机蓝光常亮到凌晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">导航把我们绕进一模一样的路口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">可拐出小区，那丛秋英又在路边摇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">童年的纸飞机便啪嗒落回掌心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一只蚂蚁沿茎秆上去，顶着露珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像顶着我当年那只磨破的玻璃弹子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把它轻轻别在袖口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">柏油缝里那点黄忽然比任何提醒都亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">六月不等人过节，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它只管把土坡吵成一片不安分的声浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">照片拍摄于北京世纪城小区花圃</span></p>