<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/太极</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号/6399028</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片/网络致谢</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那抹红，是旧毛衣上脱落的线头，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">被晚风轻轻缠绕，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">系在空荡的藤椅扶手——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那里坐着穿枣红围裙的你，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">把晒干的桂花藏进我失眠的枕头。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">如今霜色爬上你的茶杯，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像老屋檐下晃的灯笼，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在每个雨夜幽幽颤动。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我数着落叶的纹路，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">忽然读懂所有沉默的守候：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最深的思念，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是把自己站成另一棵树，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">让年轮里藏着的火，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">替我说出那句未凉的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“秋深了”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p> 感谢您的阅读