<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">图/网络</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/飞扬的青春</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号/10981488</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夏天的风绕青石板路慢慢转悠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把被太阳晒焉的青苔，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻抚成像刚蘸过井水一样鲜活。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它偷偷卷起釆茶姑娘竹篮的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缝隙里漏出来的青香，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">抚过学步车上孩子攥着冰棒的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沾带淡凉糖水的手背，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把檐角挂了多年的风铃，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晃成一行行软绵绵的细碎短语，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">叮当的响声精准落在我的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>摊在石桌上的笔记本上，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连纸页边缘都浸上了淡香。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它从来不大呼小叫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">总在我伏案打盹的间隙，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">悄悄掀动半页没写完的稿子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把窗外梧桐筛下来的碎影，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">叠成你那年从南方寄来的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那封旧信的浅淡模样，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连信角的折痕都一模一样。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它掠过荷塘时沾上满袖清凉，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">轻轻停在我晒得发烫的耳尖。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我猛地伸手去抓，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌心里只余下半片烧红的晚霞，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和你藏在风的褶皱里的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那句没敢说出口的思念。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风走之后，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">桌上放了半下午的凉白开里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还晃着它带回来的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一整个夏天的绿意和暖阳。</span></p>