<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">桂香漫過窗欞時</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">恰是“桂子月中落”的清淺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">國慶的紅漫過街巷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">又疊著“燈火錢塘三五夜”的暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">月輪剛攀上檐角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像從“天涯共此時”的詩句里浮出來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">輕輕碰響我攤在案頭的行囊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">和那串冰涼的機車鑰匙圈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">跨上座駕的瞬間</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">引擎聲撞碎了案頭的瑣碎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">忽然懂了“仗劍走天涯”不是傳說</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是手把攥緊風的震顫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">風掀起衣角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">卷走“舉頭望明月”的牽絆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">連后視鏡里漸遠的家門</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">都成了“輕舟已過萬重山”的注腳片段</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">管它是“但愿人長久”的團圓期盼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">還是巷口飄來的月餅甜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">車輪碾過的路，正沿著風的軌跡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把自由的輪廓越描越鮮——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">這一程，沒有什么能擋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">就像古人追著月光趕路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我追著風，追著心里那片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">沒被煙火染過的天</span></p>