作者：范力克 <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">挥手告别七月的滚烫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">山河辽阔，云天高远，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">雨滴轻敲伞面，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">似把黄昏的恋曲弹奏。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蝉声唱着千年的夏曲，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一帘幽梦细雨如烟，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晚风掠过荷塘，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">清雅芬芳，花香漫漫。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风只是拂过，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">花却动了心弦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">山乡小道，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">几朵淡淡的野菊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风来时，它点点头。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">抚过鬓边霜白的发丝，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">接纳岁月皱巴的留痕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">岁月从不话别，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却在每一天里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悄悄留下了小字条。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沏一杯茗茶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看茶叶在水中沉浮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像极了我们的人生，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">摇椅蒲扇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">享受独处的清宁。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">喧嚣被晚风收起，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月下的花都入了梦，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一壶老白干，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">两碟小菜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这暮色中的烟火人间，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">醉了也值得。</span></p>