诗文/摄影/歌唱均为原创 <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">二十年前初踏京华路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">皮肉绷如鼓，恨不生鳞甲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红疹作枫色，一针定惊慌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">长风挟沙，如刀刮骨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">呼吸似向炭火里讨一口清凉</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那时节，这皇城之下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">梦也枯焦，江南缩成一道裂伤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我曾认了命</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绿意，终究是南方水乡的私藏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这北地，只合配粗犷与苍茫</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纵使安家十载，树茂风柔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也不过是燥热里偷几分假象</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">谁料今春，云脚低垂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把这座城闷成一枚湿印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夏雨缠绵，不肯爽利收场</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">转过巷角，蓦然回首</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">石缝砖隙，泼墨般晕开一片青苍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">恍惚是姑苏，或是徽州</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是哪阵风，捎来了远山的潮气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是昆玉河守稳的脉浪</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">二十年，从针尖之刺到绿茵成席</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所谓奇迹，不过让荒骨生苔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这藓衣不争艳，也不声张</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却最是潇洒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">替钢筋铁骨的城，养出一怀慈悲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也替我，褪去当年那套装</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 北方的苔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 文/向东流</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">二十年前初踏京华路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">皮肉绷如鼓，恨不生鳞甲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">红疹作枫色，一针定惊慌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">长风挟沙，如刀刮骨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">呼吸似向炭火里偷一口清凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那时节，这皇城之下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">梦也枯焦，江南缩成一道裂伤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我曾认了命</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">绿意，终究是南方水乡的私藏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这北地，只合配粗犷与苍茫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纵使安家十载，树茂风柔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也不过是燥热里偷几分假象</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">谁料今春，云脚低垂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把这座城洇成一枚湿印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夏雨缠绵，不肯爽利收场</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">转过巷角，蓦然回首</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">石缝砖隙，泼墨般晕开一片青苍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">恍惚是姑苏，或是徽州</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是哪阵风，捎来了远山的潮气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是昆玉河守稳的脉浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">二十年，从针尖之刺到绿茵成席</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">所谓奇迹，不过让荒骨生苔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这藓衣不争艳，也不声张</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却最是潇洒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">替钢筋铁骨的城，养出一怀慈悲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也替我，褪去当年那套装</span></p> 照片拍摄于北京世纪城小区