今天清明节。
晨起，瞧见地上落叶，生发灵感作此诗，以示对远方故去的亲人之怀念、感恩！

《根系上的黎明》

墨色褪去，
不知萌动了多少新眸。
疏影婆娑未卷残裳
抑或还藏有绿意未眠的罗袖。
它们历经怎样的星移斗转
在风中割舍最后眷恋——
托举春光。
我凝视这些飘旋的掌纹，
未见秋声絮语，
却有万千青旗舒展天际，
摇曳着
被晨曦吻亮的期许。

看啊！
新枝舒展翡翠襁褓，
嫩芽攥着待启信笺，
每寸绿意都在
春雾织就的襁褓里
吮吸光的蜜乳，
向着穹苍
生长成光的模样， 编译明天年轮。

“Dawn Upon the Roots‌”
(Qingming Festival Meditation)

Night's ink dissolves,
Countless embryonic eyes stir in hidden depths.
Lingering shadows sway, their tattered hems unrolled,
While sleeves of jade still cradle sleepless green—
What cosmic waltzes have these leaves endured,
What last embraces severed by the wind's decree,
To elevate spring's golden promise?

I read these falling palm-lines whirling down,
No autumn's requiem whispers here,
But ten thousand celadon banners unfurling eastward,
Fluttering sutras
Illumined by dawn's first gilded breath.

Behold!
New boughs unwrap jade-swaddled tomorrows,
Budding fists clutch encrypted ancestral letters,
Each chlorophyll thread drinks
From mist-loomed cocoons,
Sucking photons' sacred milk,
Stretching toward celestial vaults
To cast luminous glyphs—
While roots beneath
Compile eternity's rings.