<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文字/秋风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">篇号：10968670</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来源：美篇美吧（老黑摄影，致谢原创）</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不过是江南一遇，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一袭旗袍，一巷烟雨。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">心轻轻一动，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">便把寻常光景，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">写成了不肯老去的诗。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">——题记</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">青石板被雨水洗出一层柔光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你顺手剪了一角天色，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当作旗袍上的滚边。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">木格子窗推开的瞬间，花香飘得很慢——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">慢得能看清瓦檐滴落的水珠，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把整座江南的影子，轻轻漾在水面。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风是青苔染绿的，轻轻拂过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">舞动的高跟鞋尖，惊飞了那只迟疑的蝶。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">老门墩上的石狮子，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被岁月磨去了锋芒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">爪印深处，封存着昨夜的月光，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">比铜环上的锈迹，还要低一寸的温柔。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你突然转身，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让整条青石巷瞬间失重，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一只合上的紫檀匣子：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">里面装着樟木气味的午后，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">装着银匠铺褪火后余响的锤声，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也装着我的手，悬在半空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不知道，是该折一枝花，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还是去抚平你鬓边那朵会走针的云。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们就这样走过，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">脚下的石缝，便生出了新的姓名。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">墙角那丛三角梅，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">用隐秘的暗香，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把我们重叠的脚步，悄悄裱进</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这张亘古不变的、古巷的空白页。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来所谓永恒，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不过是瓷瓶深处，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那一段封存的雨季。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它静静地躺在那里，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像时光的年轮，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从巷头一路缠绕到巷尾，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">成为这首湿漉漉的，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">韵脚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋风，2026.4.20</span></p>