<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">图文/秀外慧中</p><p class="ql-block">美篇号48606359</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">大同的夏至总裹着点黄土高原独有的爽利，没有江南梅雨季的黏腻，风扫过城墙的垛口，裹着池塘的荷香，撞进古巷子里的每扇窗。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">古人说“夏至阴生，半夏始荣”，最热烈的日光里，早悄悄藏了一丝清润的转机。不必去寻什么名山大川，檐下的一碗凉面，冰水泡透的西瓜，竹林深处漫过来的风，就把夏至的意趣，完完整整揣进了怀里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> ——题记</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《夏至随吟》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨露沾湿了牵牛花的腰线，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">第一缕光漫过青瓦的屋檐。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">白昼把金线往天地间纠缠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夏至踩着蝉鸣，掀起门帘。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">竹枝立在正午的日头作伴，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">影子缩成针尖，藏进青石板。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老祖宗传下土圭的旧算盘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">盛光里的玄机，从来不算晚。</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;">长昼把光铺到最远的天边，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">日影缩成地上最短的圆点。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">阳极盛处暗把微阴攒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">就像长昼终要往短里转。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">东边日头亮得晃人眼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">西边雨丝斜斜织成纱帘。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">半晴半雨的风绕着古巷转，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">彩虹从云缝里，拱出几片彩缎。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">荷叶举着绿盏站在池塘边，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">接住漫天日光，托住滴露的珠圆。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花瓣深处拨弄凉意的琴弦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">出泥的清韵，漫过了诗笺。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">半夏躲在背阴的泥缝间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等阳气烧到头顶，才敢抽出新尖。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不抢春的暖风，不赶夏的急鞭，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最亮的时刻，接住初生的柔绵。</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;">别追着时光跑，别急着把路赶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脚边的小影子，不是你的负担。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">转角处的旅途，从来都不知道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夏至送你半盏，井里捞的清甜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最长的白昼，吟哦最美的语言，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">滚烫的日子里，留半寸清欢给流年，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此刻你站在夏至的峰巅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">往前每一步都是新的开篇。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p>