文/熠熠牧歌<div><h3>摄影/Henry .Li Desrt Roes </h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">音乐/The Stars Above</span></h3></div> <h3>风，</h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">请</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">轻轻的吹，</span><br></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">在你怀里，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"></span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">我就是那耸立天际的一棵树，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"></span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">任</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">其翻飞、徜徉。</span></h3><h3>转身顾盼之间，</h3><h3>一些梦还在路上……</h3> <h3>静水流深，沧生踏歌，</h3><h3>终究蝴蝶飞不过沧海。</h3><h3>我心似小木舟，</h3><h3>远景不见，但依然向前。</h3><h3>陌上柳如烟，</h3><h3>飞花如梦也醉双鸢，</h3><h3>一树花开涂抹了四月最美的红尘画卷。</h3><h3>风，请轻轻的吹——</h3> <h3>光阴的故事里，</h3><h3>你是我最刻骨的那一篇。</h3><h3>曾经那惊心动魄的美丽，</h3><h3>此去经年。</h3><h3>我在高山之巅，看落花飞溅。</h3> <h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">谁的寂寞</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">拂</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">我华</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">裳？</span><br></h3><h3>谁的华裳拂我臂膀！</h3><h3>怎敌落红尽，片片残。</h3><h3>叹！</h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">时间是把利剑，砍断了血脉相连，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"></span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">让碎了的无法聚全。</span><br></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">风，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">请轻轻的吹——</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"><br></span></h3> <h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">拾起一片落叶擎于手掌，</span><br></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">让它感受最后一丝暖阳。</span></h3><h3>光阴重叠，浅笑沧桑，</h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">秋水眷着双眸，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">渔歌晚唱，</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">一曲苍凉，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">一地</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">愁肠；</span></h3><h3>境淡，景散，</h3><h3>留给大地丝丝荒凉。</h3><h3><br></h3><h3><br></h3><h3></h3> <h3>罢了！</h3><h3>看飞鸟掠过，</h3><h3>炊烟袅袅、</h3><h3>神也清了，气也爽了。</h3><h3>不是长吁短语，也非暗伤，</h3><h3>几多青丝白发的过往。</h3><h3><br></h3><h3></h3> <h3>我伏笔想为你填上一阙词，</h3><h3>只因没能读懂你的峰峦晴好。</h3><h3>你在枝头任树叶飘摇，</h3><h3>不是点缀，</h3><h3>只为增添几分妖娆。</h3> <h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">天</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">阶夜色渐凉，</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">季节一如既往。</span><br></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"></span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">于是，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">我在睡梦里带着一丝笑意，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">安然、无恙。</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">风，</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;">请</span><span style="line-height: 1.8;">轻轻的吹……</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"><br></span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"> 熠熠牧歌闲赋之笔</span></h3><h3><span style="line-height: 1.8;"> 2018.9.7午后</span></h3>