2025年夏至里的热咖啡

 我爱冰咖啡，

白天黑夜，晴天雨天，

它陪着我，一年又一年。

像记了我的倔强，

我从不服输，绝不妥协。


但在今天，夏至

我喝了一杯热咖啡

像一条骑着脚踏车的鱼，

不在水里，却在陆地行走


今年夏至

我想，我的叛逆，

在倔强的城墙里，

开出了第一朵小花。



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