织 木织机的吱呀声里，线轴转得像轮小月亮。她的手在
<!----><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>织</p><p>木织机的吱呀声里，线轴转得像轮小月亮。她的手在经线上翻飞，蓝布衫的袖口卷到小臂，露出的皮肤被窗棂漏下的光染得暖融融。</p><p>我总觉得，那些丝线是从她指尖抽出来的。棉线在梭子上来回，经纬交错间，布面慢慢显出匀净的纹路，像把时光也织了进去。脚边的踏板一深一浅，和着吱呀声，成了屋角最柔的节拍。</p><p>等布卷起来时，会带着阳光和木樨香。她把布递给我的时候，指尖还留着棉线的糙感——原来最妥帖的暖，是这样一针一线，从手里，织到心里的。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20251216074050front1_0_451696_FgQI6Z3D1b3S7T2o_VybTRQ-ZCeI.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1440" height="1920" data-qf-origin="forum/20251216074050front1_0_451696_FgQI6Z3D1b3S7T2o_VybTRQ-ZCeI.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20251216074050front1_0_451696_FgQI6Z3D1b3S7T2o_VybTRQ-ZCeI.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20251216074050front1_0_451696_FgQI6Z3D1b3S7T2o_VybTRQ-ZCeI.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div> 看看就好
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