蒙眼的风 蒙眼的孩子把世界捂成黑的，可笑声却漏成了
<!----><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>蒙眼的风</p><p>蒙眼的孩子把世界捂成黑的，可笑声却漏成了金的。身后的影子挤挤挨挨，像要把墙缝里的风都攥住。</p><p>白墙是张没写字的纸，灰瓦是刚蘸好的墨，他们这群小墨点，偏要在上面踩出乱乱的脚印。蒙眼的那个，手在半空划着，像在捉看不见的蝶。</p><p>大人们总说“要看清路”，可他们才不管。把眼睛蒙起来，听着同伴的笑、鞋底擦过地的响，连风从耳边溜过，都带着痒丝丝的甜——原来世界不用看，用听、用碰、用笑，也能摸出亮堂堂的形状。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260202073400front1_0_451696_Fia7vqDM7zX2akOJStCvfSxd3a_x.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1440" height="1920" data-qf-origin="forum/20260202073400front1_0_451696_Fia7vqDM7zX2akOJStCvfSxd3a_x.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260202073400front1_0_451696_Fia7vqDM7zX2akOJStCvfSxd3a_x.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20260202073400front1_0_451696_Fia7vqDM7zX2akOJStCvfSxd3a_x.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div> 中午好
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