<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇昵稱:年輕心態(tài)</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇號:53681363</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我愛秋天。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛它是一架被時光摩挲得發(fā)亮的古琴,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在風(fēng)的指尖下震顫出金色的音律。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蟋蟀在墻根調(diào)試弦音,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">雁陣掠過時甩下一串高亢的滑奏,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而秋雨是琴箱里溢出的慢板,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">滴滴答答地敲打瓦檐,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">將暑氣洗成透明的哀愁。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我總在窗邊閉目,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">任涼薄的音符沁透衣衫——那分明是大地在彈撥自己裸露的肋骨。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我愛秋天。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛它是一幅未及裝裱的油畫,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">顏料里摻了太多夕照與晨霜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">楓樹舉著火把燒穿山谷,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">銀杏則把碎金潑滿石階,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一步都踩出細(xì)碎的亮光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">田野是梵高瘋癲的調(diào)色盤:</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻浪翻滾成赭黃的漩渦,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">棉桃炸裂成云朵的留白,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">連天空也暈染得愈發(fā)深邃,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一頁被藍(lán)墨水浸透的羊皮紙。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可這畫布終究要卷起——西風(fēng)正用枯枝蘸取最后一道霞彩,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">為冬的留白題跋。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋是一本厚重的書,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">書頁間夾著歲月的書簽。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">風(fēng)翻動山林時,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一片落葉都是泛黃的扉頁:</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">梧桐寫滿離別的詩行,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">松針記錄倔強的箴言,而楓葉的掌紋里藏著火焰般的預(yù)言。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">農(nóng)人的皺紋是泥土刻下的注釋,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">記載著春播夏耘的典故;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">果園的枝頭垂墜著飽滿的標(biāo)點,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蘋果是句號,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">柿子像破折號,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">石榴則咧開嘴露出晶瑩的省略號。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">?我總在暮色里捧讀這本大書,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到霜花在字句間結(jié)晶,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">提醒我故事即將翻向凜冬的章節(jié)。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我愛秋的豐饒與凋零同在。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛看谷倉堆成金字塔的寓言,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛聽打谷場連枷起落的節(jié)奏,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛聞新釀米酒在陶甕里發(fā)酵的甜香。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我也愛枯荷殘立的池塘,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛蒲公英最后一程飛翔,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">愛蟲聲漸弱時大地均勻的呼吸——那是一種近仿佛萬物都在謝幕時學(xué)會了 優(yōu)雅。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最深沉的秋意總在雨后。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">潮濕的空氣中,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">腐爛的果實與盛開的野菊交織出奇異的芬芳;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">泥土吞沒落葉的窸窣聲里,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">分明能聽見種子在黑暗中的胎動。這時才懂得:</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋不是終曲,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而是大地在輪回中醞釀的間奏。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">當(dāng)西風(fēng)卷走最后一枚金幣般的葉子,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它其實是在為春天的匯票蓋章。</span></p>