<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">晨练走路,是我这么多年雷打不动养成的老习惯,天亮了我就收拾妥当出了门,清晨的风裹着草木的清爽气往脸上扑,整个人一下子就醒透了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">脚下的水泥步道被前几天的小雨润得发潮,两旁的草叶还沾着细碎的露珠,我顺着街区的小路慢慢往前挪,步子踩得稳当又轻快。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">路边住户的邮箱挨个儿立在草坪边,漆色亮堂堂的,偶尔有早起的邻居在院里整理花草,远远地笑着朝我点头打招呼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">道旁的树冠攒着满枝深绿,把漏下来的晨光剪得碎碎的落在脚边,我慢悠悠晃着胳膊,连脚步都跟着风的节奏晃起来。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">转过缓弯就看见路边立着限速25的标志牌,木栅栏顺着草坪一路铺过去,风刮过栅栏缝发出轻悄悄的呼呼声。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">住家院前的灌木修剪得整整齐齐,远处的篮球架安安静静立在草坪上,这会儿还没到孩子们打球的时辰,整条街都浸在软乎乎的晨光里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">高大的老树把影子投在人行道上,停在院边的皮卡车晒着清晨的太阳,我数着脚下的水泥板格子,一步一步走得踏实又放松。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沿着笔直的街道往前走,道旁的香樟树举着满树浓荫,连路面的温度都降了好几度,走在里面凉丝丝的特别舒服。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连片的红砖小洋房整整齐齐排在路的另一侧,门口的草坪修得平平整整,连风刮过草地的声响都软乎乎的。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">走到路口就看见了红底白字的STOP标识牌,大枫树的树冠像一把撑开的巨伞,把半片人行道都罩在了阴凉里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">右边的白色镂空栅栏顺着住户的后院延伸开,草叶上的小黄花攒着露水,我抬手拂过额前散下来的碎发,脚步也没慢下来。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">铁艺围栏圈着住户的小院,远处路口的stop牌还能看见个红影子,清晨的街区安静得只剩我鞋底蹭过地面的轻响。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">枝桠从头顶垂下来,叶片缝里漏出淡蓝色的天,路边停着的白车安安静静卧在车道上,连引擎盖都还沾着点夜的凉意。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">道旁的树一棵接一棵往后退,限速牌在老远的树影里露着个角,我揣着满肚子的清爽劲儿,脚步越走越轻快。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直走出去老远,沿路的邮箱隔几步就立一个,远处的车影小小的,整条街区都还浸在刚醒过来的松弛里。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拐到标着THREATT WOODS的路牌下,脚下的人行道顺着草坪弯出一道软乎乎的弧线,鞋底蹭过带着点潮气的路面,特别舒服。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">复古样式的路灯立在草坪边,住户院前的小花坛开着细碎的白花,长椅安安静静摆在树底下,等会儿说不定就有老人坐在这里晒太阳。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">顺着笔直的长街往前望,远处的stop和限速牌在树影里若隐若现,两旁的浓绿树墙把风滤得温温柔柔的,吹在身上一点都不燥。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最后转过这个缓弯,清晨的阳光已经把影子拉得短短的,攒着满身心的舒坦往家走。掏出手机一看,今天的步数停在6438步,刚刚好是我平时晨练走下来的量。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p>