<p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">坐在玻璃后面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">文/李洪（重庆）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">紫薇花开了，我还坐在玻璃后面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">看云朵慢慢飘过来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">风干在枝头的鸟语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">开不出我想要的花色</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">长街依旧空旷，黄叶飘落下来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">溅不起半点声响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">女孩蹲在树下哭泣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(22, 126, 251);">我想象不出她有怎样的愁怨</span></p>