<h1><div style="text-align: center;"><b><font color="#ed2308">花卉掠影（37）——秋阳里的向日葵</font></b><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">把晴日的炽烈，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">酿成盘心的琥珀。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">每一粒籽实，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">都藏着阳光吻过的纹络。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">风掠过枝头时，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">它不再急切地转折。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">不再追逐风的方向，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">低垂的花盘，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">是给大地的鞠躬。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">感谢雨水曾打湿过，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">它从前挺直的脊梁，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">和向上生长的渴望。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">当雁群划过长空，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">它抖落最后一片金黄。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">不是凋零，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">是把阳光的重量，</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">轻轻，放在</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: inherit;">归仓的路上。</span></div></h1>