老街口
作者/山西白若 编辑/梅傲雪
太阳花，静悄悄的在大清早盛放开来
你的青春，开的又比太阳花早一些
惦念中，老院子的苹果也熟了，你们
在奶奶的咳嗽声中摘到了三颗苹果
一路揣着跑进一幅早拟好故事背景的画中
那年，也是这个季节，也是老街口
有一只白色的球绒小猫最先跑进店里来
它的眼睛好奇的像看神话版传奇
喵喵喵，它的叫声总是小心翼翼
那年，有两颗装了梦的心随后跟进来
你们的笑声，像悬在窗口的风铃
叮铃铃，又像是来自心底最深处的歌声
你们递上一颗苹果，你们腼腆寡言
然而，你们都有着扑面而来的花的气息
我记忆的脚步，总不愿再走下去
他如同一个剪辑师，总在这里切去故事
太阳花，静悄悄的又在午后慢慢闭合
老街口的烟火味道，一直像在解放前
这慢时光的脚步，也似定格了千年
你的青春，似那远方飘摇不回的风
忽觉，窗外是一副渲染太久的唐宋山水
里面却有太多的声音混杂在其中
有一种，似乎只想着一再沉睡到底
有一种，仿佛正赶上大梦初醒方觉好
有一种，却一直醒在观望与冥思中
远远念想着那年你们最初走进来的情形
远远感受你们最后走进一副画卷的情景
而这幅画，现在还依旧挂在天水之间
它似乎收容了太多人世难以圆满的梦
现在，里面有个声音喊着要重置色调
还有个声音，在喊着中庸的息事宁人
又有个声音，更形象具体化
她已经妆艳齐毕，只差施施然走出来
带着那年的苹果味道，带着那年的笑
2018年8月28日早写于宁武
Old street
Wen / Bai Ruo
Sunflowers, quietly released in the early morning.
Your youth is earlier than the sun.
In my thoughts, the apples in the old yard are ripe, too.
I picked three apples in my grandmother's cough.
He ran all the way into a picture that had already drawn up a good story.
That year, this season is also an old street corner.
A White Velvet cat ran first into the shop.
Its eyes are curious to see the legend of mythology.
Meow meow, its cry is always wary.
That year, two hearts with dreams came in.
Your laughter is like a wind bell hanging from a window.
Ding Ling bell is like the deepest song from the bottom of my heart.
You pass an apple, you are shy and silent.
However, you all have the smell of flowers coming face to face.
My memory is not willing to go any further.
He's like a clipping artist. He always cuts away the story here.
Sunflowers, quiet and slowly closed in the afternoon.
The smell of fireworks at the old street has always been like before liberation.
This slow time seems to have been fixed for thousands of years.
Your youth is like the wind that cannot be seen in the distance.
Suddenly, out of the window is a landscape of Tang and song which has been exaggerated for too long.
There are too many voices in it.
One of them seems to be thinking about sleeping all the time.
One of them seems to be catching up with a big dream.
There is one kind of waking up and meditation.
Thinking about the situation you first walked in that year.
It is far from the scene that you finally entered a picture scroll.
And this painting is still hanging between Tianshui.
It seems to have taken too many dreams that are hard to fulfill.
Now, there is a voice shouting to reset the tone.
There is a voice calling for moderation.
Another voice, more concrete and specific.
She had already dressed up, but only sent Shi Shi to come out.
With the apple flavor of that year, with the smile of that year.
August 28, 2018 was written in Ningwu.
作者简介
白若，籍贯山西，以简约而深情的诗意，书写自己的神秘唯美主义，对时代，民族，民俗与民生发乎由衷礼赞及关注。
中国青年签约诗人，签约作者。作品多有发表和获奖，有部分作品被翻译成英、韩等外文，是当今的新锐诗人。
代表作长篇神话叙事诗《龙魂之国》获得2010创新诗歌奖，获得多方好评。
曾出版个人诗选《遮住青春的左眼》，《一个人的夜》，《我们忘记彼此》，2016年再次出版个人散文诗选集《把梦种下，待人
间盛开》。 。
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