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<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>风穿过春末的栅栏时，顺手扯碎了最后一片樱花。枝头的新叶却早已按捺不住，在五月的晨光里挤成毛茸茸的绿浪，把槐树的影子揉碎在青石板上，碎成满地跳动的光斑。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250507135407front2_0_189091_FsnN3WjM5oHKbIO7TsmK9HlILcv0.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="768" height="768" data-qf-origin="forum/20250507135407front2_0_189091_FsnN3WjM5oHKbIO7TsmK9HlILcv0.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p><p>菜市场的早市浸在露水未干的雾里。卖樱桃的竹筐边沿凝着水珠，红果儿在竹篾间探头，像谁不小心打翻了胭脂盒。卖蚕豆的阿婆掀开湿布，青白的豆子滚出来，带着刚从藤上摘下的鲜气，混着旁边菜摊上青椒的辣香，在晨风中酿成一坛微醺的甜。</p><p> </p><p>池塘的睡莲还没完全醒透，两三朵粉白的花苞浮在水面，像刚浸过月光的纸团，轻轻一碰就要洇开。青蛙躲在荷叶伞下打呼噜，惊飞的蜻蜓掠过低垂的柳枝，在水面上点出一圈圈正在发酵的夏天。</p><p> </p><p>午后的蝉鸣是从空调外机的缝隙里漏出来的。晾在阳台的白衬衫被风掀起一角，像帆船扬起的帆，兜住半缕带着槐花香的风。冰箱里的西瓜在冰层上冒汗，切开时发出清脆的“咔嚓”声，红瓤里藏着整个梅雨季的潮湿，咬一口，便碎成舌尖上的星子。</p><p> </p><p>暮色漫过晾衣架时，隔壁飘来紫苏炒田螺的香气。穿碎花裙的女孩抱着洗衣篮走过，裙角扫过墙根的薄荷，惊起几只萤火虫，提着小灯笼，往缀满碎钻的夜空里钻。远处的广场舞音乐混着孩童的笑闹，在渐浓的暮色里，泡成一杯微甜的橘子汽水。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250507135448front2_0_189091_FrBxmlnC_TgNIPqmuwoskLe5cklT.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1080" height="1920" data-qf-origin="forum/20250507135448front2_0_189091_FrBxmlnC_TgNIPqmuwoskLe5cklT.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p><p>浅夏的光阴总是这样，带着新茶初泡的清冽，又藏着蜜渍青梅的回甘。不必追赶季节的脚步，且让蝉声作弦，树影为笺，把日子写成一首带露水的小诗——在冰镇汽水的气泡里，在晚风掀起的窗帘褶皱里，在每个揉着睡眼看晚霞的黄昏里。</p> <!----></div> 欣赏周老师佳作超赞:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: 描写细致入微，丰富多彩！:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 风穿过春末的栅栏时，顺手扯碎了最后一片樱花。枝头的新叶却早已按捺不住，在五月的晨光里挤成毛茸茸的绿浪，把槐树的影子揉碎在青石板上，碎成满地跳动的光斑。美美的文字，欣赏！再欣赏！ 路过
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