<p class="ql-block">《秋痕暗度》</p><p class="ql-block">文/一弦清心</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">总在某个不经意的时分，</p><p class="ql-block">墙根浮起月白的痕。</p><p class="ql-block">晚风解开云的纽扣，</p><p class="ql-block">桂花簌簌落进光的陶瓮。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">那缕香挣脱枝头刹那，</p><p class="ql-block">整座庭院屏住呼吸。</p><p class="ql-block">暗影漫过雕花窗棂，</p><p class="ql-block">在未干的砚池里游弋。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">俯身拾起片片淡黄，</p><p class="ql-block">压进对折的纸笺。</p><p class="ql-block">任茶烟缠绕成轻纱，</p><p class="ql-block">浮起整季的微凉。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">这气息在暗中生长，</p><p class="ql-block">用比晨雾更淡的浓度。</p><p class="ql-block">在每次心跳间隙，</p><p class="ql-block">埋下绵长的伏笔。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">当曙光开始临摹巷口，</p><p class="ql-block">芬芳退向水影深处。</p><p class="ql-block">将未说尽的绽放，</p><p class="ql-block">折成满城摇曳的印记。</p>