<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">文/秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">美篇号/2263444</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">图/视频剪映制作</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">处暑</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">带着八月的槐花扑向处暑，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋风的脸上写满了萧瑟。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">萧瑟的后面，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一些蜡黄的小草，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">正顺着叶脉，悄悄沦陷。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">然而明丽阳光不肯退场，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把暖意织进草叶的褶皱里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>它们便裹着满身诗意，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">踮脚与秋风共舞，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每片摇晃的影子，都藏着夏末的余温。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我手捧一枚蒲公英，迟迟不肯放飞，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">绒毛上还沾着晨露的轻响。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">躲在斑驳的墙角，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">偷听风与叶子的私语：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">“让稻谷快点饱满吧”，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">叶子的应答，散在风里没听清。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然望见田埂边的野菊，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">已攒着细碎的花苞，要与秋阳撞个满怀。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">竹筐里的玉米还带着土气，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是农人刚从田里收回的秋光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每粒金黄，都盛着对风的感谢。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我仍担心秋风过后，繁华落尽，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">怕晨霜会染白最后一片倔强的叶。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">下意识扯过竹椅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">将蒲公英轻轻放进青瓷杯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>也算留住这抹柔软，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">陪我等一场，稻浪翻涌的丰年。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">暮色漫来时，蝉声渐浅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">远处的炊烟正与云絮相拥。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来处暑从不是结束，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是夏把热烈酿成含蓄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是风把期待，种进了即将成熟的时光里</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px; color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">谢谢欣赏</span></p>