草木光阴
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>窗台的绿萝又抽出了新叶，嫩得能掐出水来的卷须在晨光里舒展，像谁悄悄伸了个懒腰。我总爱蹲在那里看它一寸寸攀爬，旧叶是沉静的墨绿，新叶带着鹅黄的边，像是时光在叶片上洇开的痕迹。</p><p> </p><p>楼下的玉兰树总在四月忽然炸开满树白花。那种白不是寡淡的，带着点月光的清辉，花瓣厚实得像凝住的云。风过的时候，花瓣簌簌往下落，铺在青石板路上，像谁不小心打翻了装月光的匣子。我常捡一片夹在书里，日子久了，花痕淡成微黄的剪影，却依然能闻到若有若无的香，那是春天走时留下的便签。</p><p> </p><p>去年冬天，办公室的仙人掌枯了一半，刺都软了，像垂暮老人松弛的皮肤。我本想扔掉，却在某个清晨发现，干瘪的褶皱里冒出个嫩红的芽，像襁褓里的婴儿，带着不管不顾的生机。原来植物从不说放弃，它们只是在等待，用沉默的根须在土里写日记，等一场雨，等一阵风，等一个重新出发的信号。</p><p> </p><p>人总说草木无情，可它们比谁都懂得光阴的秘密。牡丹开得热烈，是把一整年的力气都攒在了春天；菊花耐得住秋寒，是把傲骨浸在了霜里；就连墙角的青苔，也在无人问津的角落，用潮湿的绿，悄悄记录着每一次日出月落。</p><p> </p><p>它们站在那里，不说话，却把岁月长成了姿态。你看那棵老槐树，枝干上的每道裂痕，都是阳光和风雨刻下的诗行。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250718174759front2_0_189091_Fldcyi_dCmKQgCW9hXpKyp-aBpvQ.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="576" height="733" data-qf-origin="forum/20250718174759front2_0_189091_Fldcyi_dCmKQgCW9hXpKyp-aBpvQ.png?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p> </p> <!----></div> 欣赏学习老师佳作，点赞！ 点赞 欣赏周老师佳作超赞:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 文字细腻灵动，将草木写活，于细微处见光阴诗意，满含对生命的温柔感知。 学习点赞！:victory::victory::victory: 图文并茂！文采飞扬！ :victory::victory::victory:
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