<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 冬日街头，风轻拂，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">楼影与车静静伫立。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">昕儿似软糯小兔，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">趴在爷爷宽厚的背脊。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 粉色的梦，白色的耳，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">口罩下藏着小小的稚气。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">双手环紧，如藤蔓缠系，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是信任的亲昵。 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">厚实的肩背，坚实有力，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">承载着爷爷无尽的爱意。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一路的背负，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是岁月里最美的风景，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也是成长中温暖刻骨的记忆。</span></p>