<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">诗文:玉树临风*小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号:515062164</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>图片:来自网络致谢</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">（芦影秋声）诗文:小风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">枫叶红时，秋意正浓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">但我的目光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">却总被那片芦苇牵引</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们站在季节的边缘</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">以谦卑的姿态</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">迎接每一阵风的造访</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">芦苇的摇曳，不是张扬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而是一种内敛的舞蹈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在晨雾中它们朦胧如诗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在暮色里，它们沉静如画</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们用细长的叶片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">捕捉着阳光的碎片</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>也收藏着风的叹息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">秋，不只是收获的季节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">更是沉淀与回望的时刻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">芦苇的根，深扎在泥土里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">默默汲取着大地的养分</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们的花穗，在风中飘散</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像一封封寄往远方的信</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">带着秋的私语</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">飞向未知的远方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我曾在一个雨后的清晨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">看见露珠在芦苇叶上滚动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">晶莹剔透，如泪如珠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那一刻，我仿佛听见了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">生命在脆弱中的坚韧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在短暂中的永恒</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">当秋风渐紧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">芦苇便弯下腰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">向大地致敬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们知道，凋零不是终结</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而是一种形式的回归</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在下一个春天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们会以更蓬勃的姿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">重新站起</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>秋，不是枫叶的绚烂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">还有芦苇的坚韧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在每一个风起的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">它们用摇曳的身影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">告诉我们，生命</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">可以如此从容而美丽</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者简介:玉树临风*小风，退休后，遛弯采风，读书品茶，闲暇之时，靠敲打键盘填补空间，草根也有笔下的小天地………</span></p>