<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">《止心錄》</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 作者/佳墨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">總有人把目光拋向云絮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">說那是翅膀該抵達(dá)的高度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">于是無數(shù)雙腳懸在半空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">踩碎了臺階上的月光</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">寫字樓的燈光比星子稠密</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每個(gè)人都在計(jì)算拋物線的頂點(diǎn)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">卻在擁擠的賽道上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把初心磨成了帶刺的繭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">欲望是滾雪球的風(fēng)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">越追越沉，最后壓彎了呼吸</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">焦慮在血管里植滿荒草</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一次心跳都帶著鈍響</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我們對著鏡子辨認(rèn)陌生的自己</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些未竟的夢，成了午夜的咳嗽</span></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到某顆晨露墜向草葉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才忽然懂得——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是所有飛翔都要沖向蒼穹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有時(shí)讓心落在實(shí)處</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像種子扎根泥土</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沉默里，自有參天的路徑</span></p>