<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号/2821052</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文字/通哥</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片/网络</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">风过窗沿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月亮把霜切成半片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">旧书摊在案头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">杯沿的茶渍又厚了一圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">影子悬在壁上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">秒针把时间捻得很慢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">墙外的树晃了晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">几片叶子，停在肩</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指尖粘着月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">指缝觉得有一丝寒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那本夹着一片蝉翼的残卷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">记不起缘由，也记不起何年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">没开灯的屋子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">呼吸漫过耳边</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">楼下晚归人推门的声响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">震得浮尘落下一片</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">其实夜从来都不空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">好多旧事都沉在窗前</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我没说话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">任由银辉，把我碾成一张白纸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">贴在月光不及的背面</span></p>