<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">時(shí)間：2025.11.02</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">地點(diǎn)：寧海箬岙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">器材：佳能5D4</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">出鏡 : 楊老師</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">圖文：竹子</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">古巷深處</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">青石板路蜿蜒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">斑駁的磚墻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像一本被歲月翻舊的書</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">每一道裂紋都是一篇故事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她從小巷那邊走來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">帶著微笑，也帶著溫暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">紅色的衣衫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">猶如一滴不慎落進(jìn)素宣的朱砂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">漸漸暈開……</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風(fēng)，懶洋洋的溜進(jìn)小巷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">吹散了幾縷頭發(fā)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">她隨手?jǐn)n了攏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">回眸一笑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">原本靜得像畫一樣的巷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">瞬間有了呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">腳步漸漸遠(yuǎn)了、淡了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最后沒在巷的深處</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唯剩秋風(fēng)還在吹動(dòng)墻上的紅繩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">……</span></p>