<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">《老是成熟的青春》</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当七月的蝉蜕开始风化</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我俯身捡拾四十年前的鞋印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那磨损的纹路里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仍有野火在流淌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">松针垂落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像钟表匠遗忘的零件</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在潮湿的水石上敲打</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">无人能懂的甲骨文</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">河湾处堆积着锈蚀的锚链</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">曾经它犁开过一段呼兰河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如今在夕阳下舒展腰肢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">成为蜈蚣模样的青铜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在傍晚的树荫下踱步</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被年轮过滤的光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正在肩胛骨上雕刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">某种透明的纹身</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到某个寒露的清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在结霜的玻璃背面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用食指写下——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">找到自己的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才真正找到了太阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">褪色的日记本开始返潮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">长出神秘的孢子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而所有未完成的诗行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正在蜕变为彩色的蘑菇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被寒流削瘦的桅杆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">依然向天空赊购蔚蓝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当最后一片雪落在睫毛上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌纹里的春天正在涨潮</span></p>