雨里山 雨丝把山扯成了蒙纱的画。墨色的峰峦晕开青蓝
<!----><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>雨里山</p><p>雨丝把山扯成了蒙纱的画。墨色的峰峦晕开青蓝，像被水汽泡软了，却又稳稳托着天。</p><p>他挑着担，竹扁担吱呀响，雨珠顺着斗笠檐往下掉，砸在鞋边的泥里。筐里的菜该是带着露的，绿莹莹的，和雨雾里的树色融在一块儿。</p><p>红屋顶是雨里最亮的星，藏在黑瓦和绿树间，像谁悄悄搁了块糖在山坳里。他走着，没急着回家，倒像是要把这雨、这山、这檐下的暖，都挑进寻常的日子里。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20251229072243front1_0_451696_FtqvuFyT2jq1ssew7_qz66LmzPwL.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1440" height="1920" data-qf-origin="forum/20251229072243front1_0_451696_FtqvuFyT2jq1ssew7_qz66LmzPwL.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20251229072243front1_0_451696_FtqvuFyT2jq1ssew7_qz66LmzPwL.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20251229072243front1_0_451696_FtqvuFyT2jq1ssew7_qz66LmzPwL.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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