<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;">文/圖:奚琳博</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我數(shù)過——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等風(fēng)的間隙，等雨的屋檐，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等一個故人，從舊時光里轉(zhuǎn)彎。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">聚散像散落的紙鳶，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">線在手里，卻握不住高飛的決斷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我念過——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">念山的輪廓，念水的波瀾，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">念一句歸期，在黃昏里反復(fù)輾轉(zhuǎn)。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">愛恨是揉皺的信箋，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">寫滿春天，卻寄不出泛黃的勇敢。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">人生啊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">總有八九分，是風(fēng)雨鑲邊的夜晚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我便把摯念，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">釀成酒，埋進土里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等一場春花開，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">等所有等待，都值得被溫柔償還。</span></p>