<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇编号: 3992597</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">昵称: 瑞华</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来源: 手机自拍</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风把秋色剪成碎片，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">银杏是最先熟透的阳光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一片扇形的闪烁，都带着金色的叹息，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在枝头晃呀晃，晃成流动的星芒。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">枫树不慌不忙，把心事熬成火焰，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红得热烈，红得坦荡，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像未凉的誓言，像燃尽的过往，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一片叠着一片，铺成通往远方的红绒毯。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">樱花叶藏着温柔的倔强，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不与金争辉，不与红抢场，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浅黄里渗着淡绿，边缘染着轻霜，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像刚褪下的粉裙，留着春天的香。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们挤在风里，说着不同的方言，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却把秋的画布铺得滚烫，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">绘出绚丽的画卷，泛着耀眼的光。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">银杏的金，枫树的红，樱花叶的黄，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是时光写给大地的信笺，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一片，都藏着不褪色的晴朗。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们只不过是彩叶的缩影，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">大部队都紧跟在路上，身披着盛装，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如彩蝶飞舞，随风飘荡，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">向着远方……</span></p>