<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青砖院落锁秋深,九嵕山色入檐阴。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">推门乍觉光尘暗,满室残碑似列岑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">第一通是宋人摹刻的六骏,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石面瘦马的轮廓犹带蹄音。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拳毛䯄、飒露紫——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一个远在海外,一个藏于碑林。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只有这线描的碑身立在此处,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">替九嵕山北阙的石匠,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>守着未散的回声。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">转过东侧,欧阳询的笔迹漫漶难寻,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">八十一岁的楷书,只剩八百余字幸存。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">宋代下半截就已断裂,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风霜与捶拓,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把石面磨成浅浅的凹痕。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我俯身辨认那些残划,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像从深水里打捞沉没的姓名。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">角落里还有一方宋碑残石,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">七律三首,署名依稀可读。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">左边和左下方早已断裂佚失,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只剩下十七行正书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>守着绍圣四年的黄昏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">碑文里的诗人不知何处去了,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只有石上的干支,还替他们活着。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">手指抚过冰凉的断面,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">千年前的凿痕硌着掌心。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被斧椎凿损的“王”字,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被风雨吞没的句子,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然在幽暗的光线里浮起——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一场迟到了千年的对话,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">残碑无言,而我听懂了大半。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">出馆暮色已漫过碑林,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石羊石虎静立如初。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">回头望去,那些残断的石碑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">依然站在原处,替一个王朝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">守着说不完的旧事。</span></p>