<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">作者昵称：秋风（广州）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">美篇号：10968670</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来源：网络（致谢原创）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">题记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">人生路远</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">幸有心尖微光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">照亮归途</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你从一场晨雾里走来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裙摆沾着十月的霜白</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我站在人间的中途</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">忽然忘了所有赶路的方向</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那一瞬，风停了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连梧桐叶都悬在半空——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛整个世界都在等</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">等一句不必说出口的话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你递来的那杯热茶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">氤氲着整个秋天的体温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">捧着它，像捧着一小团火苗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">从掌心，暖到肋骨深处最旧的裂缝</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓温柔，从来不是惊涛拍岸的誓言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是你在我沉默时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没有追问</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只把椅子往我这边挪了挪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">深夜灯下，你翻书的侧影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">安静得像一封寄给岁月的情书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而我，恰好是那个拆信的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </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;">及至你低头时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">发梢垂落的弧度——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那是我见过最轻的坠落</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却在我心尖砸出最深的回响</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如果流年是一条河</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我愿做河床上被水流打磨的石头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不说话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只记住每一道波纹的形状</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就像我记住你笑起来时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">眼角微微弯起的模样</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;">山海辽阔，可纳四时盛景</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可自从你来了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的心反而变小了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">小到只够放下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一盏灯，一张桌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和两个人之间那截刚好够牵住的距离</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我不擅长写诗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">笔尖笨拙得像初冬第一场雪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落在掌心，来不及成形就化了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我还是想写——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">写你是我所有迷路之后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">唯一确定的地址</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">缀在心尖上的温柔啊</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是火焰，是余温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是骤雨，是屋檐滴落的那一声慢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是誓言，是我反复修改了无数遍的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">最终只留下两个字的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那封信——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> “亲爱。"</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">后记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">微光不灭，温柔永驻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">以心为尺，度量余生</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;">秋风，写于羊城</i></p><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;">2026年10月22日</i></p>