<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">昵稱：通海 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">?</span>美篇號：11720110</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">城皇山的褶皺里涌出人間煙火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">弄堂是條被歲月磨亮的血管</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">地攤菜市場在晨光中舒展四肢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">將四季的密碼攤成活色生香的圖譜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青椒與番茄在竹筐里疊成色譜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">活魚在塑料盆里吐出銀色的問號</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">現(xiàn)殺的活雞垂下血紅的韻腳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蓮蓬頭裂開時，露出整座荷塘的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">黎明</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小販的吆喝是液態(tài)的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在弄堂的墻壁上反復折射</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"鮮魚現(xiàn)炸"的尾音墜入油鍋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">濺起一串金黃的元音</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">排隊的顧客是移動的逗點</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在市聲的河流里時沉時浮</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿藍布衫的老者蹲在菜堆前</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用皺紋丈量茄子的弧度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他的手指拂過帶泥的蘿卜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像在觸摸某個潮濕的黃昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">賣荷花的老嫗數(shù)著零錢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">皺紋里開滿六月的粉白</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">炸魚店的油香漫過屋檐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">與隔壁茶館的龍井蒸氣私語</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿校服的男孩咬著油條經(jīng)過</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">書包里裝著整條弄堂的喧嘩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿旗袍的婦人挎著竹籃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蓮蓬與楊梅在籃中爭奪空間</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">活鴨的叫聲刺破晨霧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小販的刀鋒閃過寒光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻斬不斷顧客眼里的溫情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他們彎腰挑揀的姿態(tài)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像在給生活系上溫柔的繩結</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">弄堂的地面沁著露水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">菜葉與魚鱗在石板上寫草書</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">某只逃逸的螃蟹橫穿詩行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被穿膠鞋的腳輕輕擋回</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小吃店的蒸汽升成云朵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在電線間織就潮濕的網(wǎng)</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿背心的漢子稱完茭白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又順手幫老太提起菜籃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他們的影子在晨光中重疊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">成為市井最溫暖的等高線</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">賣豆腐的大叔切著月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一塊都方正得恰到好處</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當正午的太陽爬上城皇山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">弄堂漸漸褪去鮮活的色彩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">但那些被手溫焐熱的硬幣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仍在某個角落繼續(xù)生長</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">地攤上的蔬菜完成光合作用</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">將市聲釀成琥珀色的蜜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">此刻的弄堂是座透明的鐘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蔬菜的脈絡是時針</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">魚尾的擺動是分針</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">顧客的腳步是秒針</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">共同丈量著被煙火焐熱的時間</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">賣蓮蓬的老者開始收攤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竹筐里剩下幾朵未開的夢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿校服的男孩折返回來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">買走最后一支帶露的荷花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">油鍋里的魚塊漸漸冷卻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而市聲的余溫仍在弄堂回蕩</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當暮色染紅城皇山的飛檐</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">地攤菜市場化作液態(tài)的記憶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">滲入青石板的縫隙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">成為明年春天發(fā)芽的詩行</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">攝于杭州，2025年8月31日制作</span></p>