<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晚风舒缓地吹来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晚钟的惬意被花草摇曳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">私语是夏日的神秘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">隐了一颦一笑</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">悠然吝啬着，留下六月的纪念</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">但镜头里无我</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有侧旁枯叶伸出向上的努力</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">简陋的诗意裸露的不是仿真</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而信步的小径</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">石板上落有铺陈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">偶尔有几声童音和鸟鸣回响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">剩下的寂静</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>像昨日的黄昏</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">拿着邮到的某人诗集，慢慢走着这份静廖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像走过的那个村庄和草青</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">总以为那是我陌上花开的地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">但它从来不许我领空</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">纵然，我被初春的桃花蛊惑远离属于我的村庄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">从此</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我的模样和村庄一样陌生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唯有祭奠不能落俗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一样地寄往</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一节残章败走微余</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">记忆装下风镰割伤的神经</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">生活堆叠的骨感晚风诵了心经</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一语般诺一曲如来</span></p>