<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">立秋了，我们见一面吧。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是暖的。先于唇齿，先于</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌纹里游动的凉意。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你递来时，糖分正沿着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">杯壁攀爬成某种无解的甜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">此刻万物都在核算温度——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落叶堆叠着月光的利息。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们之间隔着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">奶霜上未散尽的云。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">取无糖的，你说。像取走</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这个秋天多余的语言。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风开始从杯底旋转，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">许多话忽然有了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">南方的口感。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当奶沫在舌尖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">融成更小的星系，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">窗外的银杏突然黄了。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而我们在北风抵达前，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">学会了用习惯性的搅拌，</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">藏好杯底微微甜的暗号。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">2026.8.7</span></p>