<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:20px;">《连雨、菜农的无奈》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雨丝把天空缝成灰色的口袋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">第三天口袋破了个洞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">露出的水漫过排水沟的喉咙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">街面的反光里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">云在缓缓下沉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像谁不小心打翻的墨汁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在城市的皮肤上晕开</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">菜农的水靴䧟在地里时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">豆角架正在泥浆里练习鞠躬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">黄瓜花被打落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">浮在水面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像一群没人认领的小星星</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他弯腰拔草的动作</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">比平时慢了三倍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都带着泥的阻力</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">超市的价钱在悄悄变脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青椒的数字后面多了个尾巴</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老太太捏着塑料袋徘徊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“这雨再下，土豆不用煮就开花了”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她的白发沾着从市场带回来的湿气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像落了一层没化的霜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">孩子们趴在窗台上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">数着水洼里的涟漪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他们不知道菜市场的叹息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正顺着屋檐的水流</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">渗进刚播下的种子里</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">云还在堆积</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像没卸完的货</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风里带着泥土的腥气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人在阳台上晾出旧日历</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">七月的纸页已经发皱</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而我们都在等一个晴天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等阳光把泥泞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晒成可以播种的土地</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者:涛声依旧*凌风，己退休，每日遛弯锻炼，读书煮茶，刷手机写文，活脱一个乐观老顽童，照片本人自拍。</span></p>