<p class="ql-block">詩/圖片/后期：湯左佑</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">杜鵑花紅了，在茅家?guī)X</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文/湯左佑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我輕輕合上眼睫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">杜鵑便灼灼燃起。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">這土地本就浸著赤色——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">非胭脂，是血與火淬煉的底色。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">園子骨透蒼涼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">風(fēng)過碑林，低語如嘆。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">偶有游人駐足，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">皆斂息屏聲。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">花不喧嘩，卻將苦楚釀成焰，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把記憶燒成灰燼里不熄的光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我轉(zhuǎn)身，走回租屋，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">身后，整座山嶺正緩緩披上血色薄紗。</span></p> <p class="ql-block">詩/圖片/后期：湯左佑</p>