<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者昵称：秋风（广州）</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号：10968670</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来源：网络（致谢原创）</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">岁月躬身耕耘，金秋自有回响；</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">人间万般滋味，皆藏一粒秋收。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">——题记</b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋风是位诚实的信使，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">用稻穗的金黄，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">在每一片田垄写下请柬。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">镰刀的弧线割开晨曦，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">露珠坠地，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">滴落一整季沉默的汗水。</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">晒谷场是大地摊开的掌心，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一粒谷子都在翻身，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">诉说被泥土深埋的梦境。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">麻雀的争论忽远忽近，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们辩论着，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">哪一株稻秆</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>曾最先弯下谦卑的脖颈。</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">田主把烟斗磕了又磕，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">烟灰落进垄沟，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">像给季节</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>盖上一个温热的印章。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">他的目光比扁担更长，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">一头挑着晚霞，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">一头挑着谷仓</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">渐渐饱满的鼾声。</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">谷仓在深夜醒来，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">木质肋骨咯吱作响——</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">它吞下了整片原野的丰腴，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">却依然感到饥饿。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来它渴求的，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">不只是沉甸甸谷粒，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">还有那些被汗水腌透的晨昏，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">和在指纹里静静沉睡的春天。</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻草人卸下盛夏的盔甲，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">在田埂上站完最后一班岗。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">风穿过它空荡荡的袖管，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">哼着一首朴素无词的歌谣，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于四季的守护，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于耕耘的完成，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">关于人间所有弯腰劳作、</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>而后挺直的脊梁。</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光温柔地为大地称重，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">银白的秤盘之上，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一季秋收的丰盈，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">比新米更白，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">比岁月的诺言更沉，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">比人间所有踏实的奔赴，</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">更值得被记住。</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">秋风写于羊城</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:20px;">2026.10.13</span></p>