<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>照片:手机随手拍*凌风</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《走出小区》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">电梯打了最后一声哈欠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">单元门把闷热关在身后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">仲夏的额头刚沾点微红</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风正解开衣襟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把凉爽铺在台阶上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨跑者的耳机里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藏着比鸟鸣更轻的节奏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">楼群的影子还没伸长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正守着未醒的窗</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《步行街》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">步行街的灯还没卸妆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">早点摊支起第一缕香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨跑者的鞋尖挑着露水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">菜贩的吆喝撞在栏杆上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">溅出半街生活的响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">环卫工作扫帚扫过昨夜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">落叶与纸屑一起翻身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">豆浆杯上的热气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在晨光里慢慢站直</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《休闲小广场》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">太极服在晨光里洇开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">招式如流水漫过青石板</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抬手时碰落夜间的露</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">收势处接住风的呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">广场在一招一式里醒着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">白发随动作轻轻扬起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像云絮拂过平静的湖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旁观的老者眯起眼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把招式嚼成岁月的滋味</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《廊道》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">廊道是条安静的河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脚步声是零星的鱼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有人捧着热豆浆走过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">影子与廊柱短暂相叠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又被晨光轻轻推开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">藤萝垂落的须</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正数着往来的鞋跟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有片叶子突然翻身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抖落的昨夜的梦</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《绿荫小路》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">树影把路织成绿网</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">情侣的笑语漏过叶隙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">游人的镜头对准初开的花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风在枝头读着他们的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">脚印落到草里便生了根</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">穿碎花裙的姑娘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">弯腰拾起片银杏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她的裙摆扫过地面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">惊醒两只打盹的蚂蚁</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">《石阶上的跪乳》诗文:凌风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">围栏里，小羊的膝盖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正叩响大地的清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">母羊的舌头舔过绒毛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像阳光漫过新叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">啃草声里藏着最软的晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">露水从羊蹄尖滚落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">渗入泥土时带着轻颤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">远处卖早点的吆喝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也放轻了音量</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者;涛声依旧*凌风，每天锻炼遛弯，观景寻找素材，喜欢读书煮茶，刷手机写拙文，供美友与我共同欣赏，照片随手拍。</span></p>