<p class="ql-block">晨雾散尽,墟市初醒,</p><p class="ql-block">熙攘人头,踏碎一地金黄。</p><p class="ql-block">翠绿的青菜,红润的鲜肉,</p><p class="ql-block">竹篮里装满沉甸甸的期盼。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">秤杆起落,称量柴米油盐,</p><p class="ql-block">三三两两,闲话家长里短。</p><p class="ql-block">卖果的吆喝,买肉的寒暄,</p><p class="ql-block">交织成这乡间最动听的歌谣。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">灿烂光影,穿透喧嚣的街巷,</p><p class="ql-block">斑驳地洒在满筐的金黄上。</p><p class="ql-block">这热气腾腾的市井烟火,</p><p class="ql-block">便是人间最真实的岁月生香。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>