<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“我寫你誦系列朗誦”第十八期</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">（打卡第五天）NO.11</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">誦讀 淡淡詩意</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">音頻</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">綢緞在掌紋里鋪開歲月長卷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">盤扣綰住半闕盛唐的月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">斜襟上的牡丹開了三季</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一季繡青梅竹馬，兩季繡鬢染霜華</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">針腳里藏著未寄的尺素</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在褶皺間悄悄發(fā)著芽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">風掠過袖口的流蘇</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">抖落宋時的雨，元時的沙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">開衩處泄露的不是春光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是舊巷里搖碎的梆子聲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是老藤椅上搖晃的午后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">光陰正從錦緞里滲出</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凝成琥珀色的茶</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她站在雕花鏡前簪花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">鏡中的人洇成水墨畫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">領口勾勒的何止是脖頸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是母親的背影，女兒的年華</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是外婆箱底壓著的婚書</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用金線繡著“歲月靜好”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻在動蕩里碎成流霞</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">暮色漫過旗袍的腰際</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她輕輕轉(zhuǎn)身，如翻一頁舊札</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有未說完的故事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都順著織錦的紋路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">流向開衩處的深淵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那里沉睡著未老的年華</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和一朵永不凋零的花</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當月光爬上盤扣的螺紋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她聽見針腳在暗處說話</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被時光磨平的褶皺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正悄悄鼓起新的苞芽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原來絕代風華從來不是剎那</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是半盞茶里浮沉著的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">千針萬線的光陰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在歲月的梭子上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">織就永不褪色的神話</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">圖片來自網(wǎng)絡，致謝原創(chuàng)。</span></p>