<h1><b style="font-size:20px;"> </b><b style="font-size:22px;">百財圖</b></h1><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;"> 文/犟玉</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">曾被地窖的幽暗掩埋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">卻將整個冬天承載</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">當(dāng)瓷碗盛滿過去的時光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是它捂熱了寒冷的年代</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今走下炫目的舞臺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">依然是千萬家的摯愛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在貨架琳瑯的序列里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">保持泥土最初的姿態(tài)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">無需溫室的催熟速成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">霜刃下展開接天豪邁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把北風(fēng)編成密實的葉片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">將陽光鎖進青翠的襟懷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不羨時令菜蔬的妖妍</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">不慕驕奢瓜果的異彩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只在沸騰的人間灶臺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">唱出一口清脆的獨白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">縱使在刀鋒下分解</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">只要根須尚在</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">白菜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">當(dāng)白雪融成春水的時刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沉睡的脈絡(luò)便會醒來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">試看,泥土深處</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那一片金色的海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">【End】</span></p>