十二月的风锋利而清澈,万物卸下浓妆,显露出本真的轮廓。在这寒影斑驳的静默中,泥土深处蛰伏着温暖的梦,枝条末端紧绷着绽放的力。新生,总在最深的荒芜里悄然萌蘖。

打开网易新闻 查看精彩图片

十二月的风,从北方的旷野吹来,带着一种清澈的锋利。日光变得稀薄而矜贵,斜斜地穿过光秃的枝桠,在灰白的墙上,在覆着薄霜的小径上,投下寒影斑驳。

那影子是瘦的,是硬的,像用极细的墨笔,在时间的宣纸上勾勒出的筋骨。它们交错着,重叠着,是一张疏离的网,网住了这一年将尽的、疲惫的时光。没有叶的喧哗,没有花的幻影,只剩下这最坦诚的、线条的叙述。https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19322521
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19322393
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19322309
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19306735
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19306512
https://www.sohu.com/a/997935805_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/997956804_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/997923454_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/976712684_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/976712486_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/997923357_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/998034591_121059119
https://www.sohu.com/a/997923481_121059119
https://my.oschina.net/u/9754763/blog/19595361
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19595660
https://my.oschina.net/u/9754763/blog/19595667
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19595679
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19612408
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19617217
https://my.oschina.net/u/9754763/blog/19617226
https://blog.csdn.net/weixin_44526216/article/details/88680630
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861058038239275892
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861057007075426318
https://www.yoojia.com/article/9431769828443672308.html
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861963574597465653
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861066658358509358
https://zhidao.baidu.com/question/25075163.html
https://zhidao.baidu.com/question/46345935.html
https://zhidao.baidu.com/question/37012416.html
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861057831182452126
https://www.yoojia.com/article/9227435234667629019.html
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861066658358509358
https://zhidao.baidu.com/question/22527003.html
https://zhidao.baidu.com/question/1238896766332221379.html
https://my.oschina.net/u/9744608/blog/19617217
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861069204510338740
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861067531784386181
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861067531784386181
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861418685888911472
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861418456770666338
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861324969006062211
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861870898607770760
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861870056007379664
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1861884858466827000
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1862145885341962431
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1829307641779551619
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1862322699522943254
https://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/hushinm?page=26
https://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/p/2037122824272344854
https://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/p/2037125119475176745
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1864860080754871040
https://baijiahao.baidu.com/s?id=1864860998593919962

空气是冷冽的,吸进肺里,有一种薄荷般的清醒。世界仿佛卸下了所有的浓妆,归于一种素净的、本真的模样。繁华落尽,喧嚣沉底,万物都在这巨大的静默里,显露出各自的轮廓。那斑驳的,又何止是光与影?怕是还有我们这一年来,散落在日子缝隙里的,那些未曾厘清的思绪与悲欢罢。

打开网易新闻 查看精彩图片

然而,你若在这寒影里驻足得久一些,便能从那清冷的寂静中,听出些什么。那覆着枯叶的泥土深处,正蛰伏着一个温暖的、不肯醒来的梦。光秃的枝条,每一根指向天空的末端,都紧绷着一个等待绽放的力。这斑驳,并非终结,而是一种沉淀,一种积蓄。它是在用这满目的疏朗与空寂,为那即将到来的、不可名状的新生,预备着地方。

于是,我在这岁暮的寒光里站着,自己也仿佛成了一棵落尽叶子的树。让那清冷的影,透透彻彻地,照进我的魂灵里来。且等待吧——那新生,总是在最深的静默与最坦诚的荒芜里,悄然萌蘖。