<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文:涛声依旧*凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号:261008391</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>图片来自网络-谢谢</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">【葵的朝圣】诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把影子踩进泥土时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">茎杆正把关节捏的咯咯响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每片新叶都举着透明的掌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">拖住记忆里斜斜的金</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">根须在黑暗里练习分行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">用密语和蚯蚓交换——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">奔向光明的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必计算阳光的密度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脉络早把坐标系刻进年轮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当风卷着云影落过肩头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所有花盘都做着同一个动作</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">转动，向大地睁开的瞳孔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">校准与星辰的角度</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雨水是偶然的标点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">打湿花瓣上未干的韵脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却压不弯那道倔强的弧线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">露珠在锯齿边缘暂存光芒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">待晨光漫过地平线时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">便倾身，泼成一片金黄的海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必追问夜晚的重量</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">低垂的花盘也在默数星辰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当第一只早起的蜂撞进花芯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沉睡的金黄便开始苏醒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沿着花盘的螺旋攀升</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每个籽粒儿都藏着微小的黎明</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">就这样站成列队的诗行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让阳光在脊背写下烫金的注脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风来不折，雨来不折</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只把影子越拉越长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">长成通向黎明的路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而花盘始终朝着光的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如千万只举起的手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">托着一个，永不下沉的太阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些深埋地下的坚持</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那些冲破阴霾的仰望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都在某个清晨的露珠里显现</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当蝴蝶停在最高的花瓣上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">整个田野都在轻轻摇晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那是无数个微小的春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在朝着光——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">生长，生长</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最爱花儿向大阳，心中有光自芬芳</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者:涛声依旧*凌风，己退休，现在每天遛弯锻炼身体，看书煮茶，刷手机写文，是一位名副其实的乐视老顽童，照片本人自拍。</span></p>