<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">深秋，哈出一口气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那气在半空中凝成一团白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">擦肩者也哈出一口气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当风吹过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那气团便悄无声息地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">散在半空中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而擦肩者也已远去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">擦肩而过是悲剧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是人世间最小的悲剧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那背影在之后的回想里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再次被提起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">又再一次被忘记</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只余一团秋白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">静静的浮在车辙上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">其外层是无边的清冷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如一条远遁之神的轨迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p>