<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晨光里的歸途</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水面浮著初升的太陽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像枚被擦亮的紐扣，扣住盛夏的衣襟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">九孔橋的拱影在波光里舒展</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每個橋洞都嵌著新的云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">蟬鳴從綠樹深處漫出來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正和著游客的鄉(xiāng)音——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那語調(diào)里的熟稔，比晨光更暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">水泥航母仍泊在老地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青苔給艦身涉水的位置鑲了道綠邊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它不關心游泳者劃開的浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只守著這片水域的晨昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正如我，在環(huán)湖步道上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">踩著樹蔭與光斑的交錯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把奔波的歲月，走成從容的步調(diào)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和平鴿在沙灘上啄食晨光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">翅尖掃過的沙粒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都帶著親切的重量</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">橋上的舵手輪盤轉(zhuǎn)著風</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">輻條間漏下的蘆葦香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">混著花草的甜，漫過眉梢時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">忽然懂了：所謂故鄉(xiāng)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原是把他鄉(xiāng)的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">過成了"家"的模樣</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">鳥啼落在九孔橋的石欄上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">也落在我肩頭的晨光里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不必追溯來時路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">此刻風里的鄉(xiāng)音、鴿哨、蟬鳴、水聲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">正把所有的歸屬感</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">釀成舌尖的清甜——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">這第二故鄉(xiāng)的盛夏晨曲</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每段旋律，都住著心安</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風掠過花草時打了個旋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把</span> 葉露的清新、花草的淡香、</p><p class="ql-block">泥土的微腥、苔蘚的清澀</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">揉成枚清脆的書簽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">夾在故鄉(xiāng)的晨光里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而我，正沿著綠意鋪就的航線</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把所有惦念</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">輕輕泊進這盛夏的璀璨</span></p>