<h3>诗文/静落</h3><h3>照片/静落(手机拍摄,部分源于网络)</h3> <h3><font color="#010101"><p style="text-align: center;">银杏吟</h3><p style="text-align: center;">一</h3><p style="text-align: center;">秋叶无心不识愁,洒金弄玉璨枝头。</h3><p style="text-align: center;">舞风摇落拈诗意,簪入书缄逸韵留。</h3></font></h3> <h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.8;">二</span><br></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;">千扇扬威灭焰光,翩黄落地著风霜。</h3><h3 style="text-align: center;">山山树树添寒色,秋尽犹留一径香。</h3> <h3> 都说“何处合成愁,离人心上秋”,秋天,在世人看来,总是带着些伤感的,更有“秋风秋雨愁煞人”的凄切,“天凉好个秋”的慨叹。其实,秋叶本无心,如何识得愁?在我看来,秋是最有韵味的,最绚烂的季节。</h3><h3> 素来爱秋。秋之叶,静美,入眸;秋之景,旖旎,入画;秋之韵,阑珊,入心。</h3> <h3> 秋风起的时候,一枚枚秋叶蘸满亮黄浓彩,沿着岁月的韵脚,在朋友圈踩下串串印迹。是梅西的银杏呢!仿佛有细细碎碎的声音在呢哝,叩响心灵,让我在满目金黄里身不由己地荡在秋色里。总觉得那林中,定有一片不寻常的秋叶,等着与我的相遇,那是十月的彩笺,涂满阳光的暖黄。于是几次三番,央了先生,待日子正好,时光有闲,终于成行。</h3> <h3> 山路陡峭狭窄,几近单行,若遇两车相会,便是险象环生。偏游者甚众,屡次会车,更兼<span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">处处</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">砂</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">砾,</span>傍着山崖,步步惊心。幸得先生开车游刃有余,<span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">一</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">路</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">崎</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">岖</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">颠</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;"></span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">簸</span><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">,直奔银杏林。车窗外,灿</span>灿秋阳,飒飒秋林,秋韵已深。绮丽的色调在秋风里晕开一纸沉香,便是一幅斑斓的油画。</h3> <h3> </h3> <h3> 先生寻车位泊车,我缓步走向银杏坡。山脚银杏叶还未黄透,青黄斑驳,叶脉锁清秋,若金玉,似鸭掌。阳光透过缝隙,迷离耀眼,染满树暖香,取悦了一季的风情。风沙沙拂过秋叶,拨动素弦,吟唱着秋水长天,平平仄仄的韵句,隽美如诗行。</h3> <h3> 及至山腰,树愈高壮,虬枝劲瘦,满树金黄,似有激情在燃烧。片片黄叶似金箔打制,在阳光下灿烂夺目,热情奔放。一枚枚金色小扇,是仕女最美的发簪,伊盛装而来,铺展岁月的信笺,书写火热的爱恋。把时光煮成酒,把岁月谱成歌,摇曳成不一样的烟火。</h3> <h3> 交错横斜的枝桠,映着缥缈无垠的蓝天,多么纯粹的梅州蓝,多么明亮的帝王金!把火热的夏,酝酿成妖娆绮丽的秋,盛夏融入金秋,轰轰烈烈,为这一岁的轮回,添上美轮美奂的色彩。秋叶斑驳,秋情缱绻,林间鸟啼,宛如浴了这金色流溪般,清脆悦耳,铿锵似有金玉之声。</h3> <h3> 风起,叶落,以树为墙,天作轩窗,云为幂篱,碧草作席,从满眼秋景里抽离七彩丝线,织就缀满珠玉的锦缎。歌一曲红尘情思,舞一场风花雪月,待流年的光华被风尘掩埋,留一径浅香抚慰被遗忘的时光。</h3> <h3> 碧云天,黄叶地,秋风扫落叶,翩黄落满径。璀璨金黄漫天飞舞,相思铺满地,零落成泥碾作尘。</h3> <h3> 随行随想,人迹渐密。有携手同行的情侣,对视间情浓胜秋景;亦有扛着长枪短炮的摄影发烧友,或专注于再现眼前美景,捕捉瑟瑟秋叶的华彩,或对着袅娜生姿的模特,营造人与自然相融的美丽。先生便在一片金色中从人群穿梭行来,抱怨着为看几片叶子经历的奔波,不小心却成了我手机里的风景。把抱怨放逐,揉进脚下的碧草黄叶,我只管裹一怀温暖,踏一径浅香,守一段红尘安暖,尽情享受秋天的美好。</h3> <h3> 瞧:秋色嵌入先生车玻璃了呢!你若不来,哪得牵轻尘作伴,载秋景同行?你来,伊持千扇起舞,赠你满腔热情;你走,伊抖落一地黄金,倾其一生所有。</h3> <h3> 倚树而立,满眸秋韵。看漫坡飞起的黄蝶,遥想那终南山深处帝王手栽的千年银杏,是否也倾泻了一地金黄?终日里染着香火,听着梵音,片片秋叶是否也写满了禅意?</h3> <h3> 回去时,拾几片落叶,细细抚平,簪入一册书卷,把岁月妥善收藏。金秋的暖阳吟一阙秋词,一缕芬芳入墨,染伊的情怀,留一径浅香。</h3>