<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：网络（致谢）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">题记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">思念是漫长的季节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">羊城无秋，秋思何寄</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">其一 · 未读</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 广州的十月，异木棉还赖在枝头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不肯把粉红交出来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像你走的那个十月，风依旧燥热</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;">我翻遍衣柜找一件长袖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却只翻出你落下的薄荷味外套</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">珠江的水汽漫上来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把整座城泡得发软</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;">行道树绿得理直气壮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">车铃一声一声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都是你没说完的后半句</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;">凌晨三点，我沿临江大道走到尽头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">想等一阵凉风把思念吹干</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">游船拖着霓虹开过</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">江面上，我有两个影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一个被光影拖长，一个被回忆按住</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">榕树从不落叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就算落了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也等不来那个穿风衣的人</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;">你走之后，我把空调开到最低</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">裹着那件薄荷外套</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">假装这是北方深秋的夜晚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">空调外机嗡嗡作响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像有什么在我胸口烧了一整夜</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;">楼下大排档的烧烤烟又飘上来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">划拳声、笑声、蝉鸣混在一起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我关掉手机屏幕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">上面只有一句编辑了三天的话——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">"这里的秋天，和你一样，不来"</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;">凌晨五点，天开始放亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">异木棉终于红了一朵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我拍下来发给你</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你看，羊城也有秋天了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">消息却停在——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">未读</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">其二 · 黄叶</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 十月的风翻过白云山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却翻不动木棉的绿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">北方的信里落满黄叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的窗前只有一场雨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">断断续续，落了整夜</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;">你说想看一次真正的秋天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看叶子怎样学会放手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一场夜雨，洇湿了老墙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凉茶铺的苦在舌尖打转</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们坐在骑楼下躲雨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">谁都没再提那个走字</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;">如果有一天你要走</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">请挑一个落叶的季节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让我指着那片黄叶说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看，秋天来过</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">其三 · 空位</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 骑楼的风总裹着半湿的花香</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蝉鸣拖到十月还不肯散场</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我翻遍相册</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">找不到一张有秋天的合影</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一张里你都穿着短袖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">停在夏天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像这座城，从来留不住薄霜</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;">北京路的银饰铺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">还摆着你刻过的银牌</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">糖水店的姜撞奶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">永远烫得人鼻尖发酸</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;">你说等落了叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就陪我去爬白云山</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">等啊等</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">异木棉开成满街粉红的浪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我才忽然醒悟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们没等到秋天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也没等到后来</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;">傍晚的珠江浮着碎金似的波光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沙面的教堂尖顶常年浸在暖里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我攒了半兜刚炒的板栗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">习惯了转身想递到你手里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风扫过榕树长须轻轻晃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">手里纸袋，凉得很快</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;">原来我的羊城从没有秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">板栗早已凉透</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我，还是寻不到那只可以递出去的手</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">其四 · 无秋</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 木棉的絮还在十月风里打转</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">珠江的水汽，便把夏天重新点燃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这里没有金黄落叶铺满长堤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只有榕树的根，在潮湿里蔓延</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;">他们说秋天是离别的季节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">适合在梧桐树下说再见</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">可我的羊城，连告别都带着汗味</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">空调房的冷气，吹不散心头的黏腻</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;">我试图寻找一片枯黄的证据</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在越秀山的台阶，在天河的橱窗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却只看见三角梅，开得不管不顾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像极了你，热烈又固执的模样</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;">原来这座城，把萧瑟过滤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只留下恒温的谎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我在三十度的夜里想你</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">才发现——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">爱也是一种热带病</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;">没有秋凉来冷却回忆的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所以思念，才如此漫长而滚烫</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的羊城没有秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就像我，还没学会如何遗忘</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">后记</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一城长夏，等不到秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我的秋是遥遥的念想</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"><i style="font-size:20px;">秋风写于羊城</i></p><p class="ql-block"><i style="font-size:20px;">2026.10.25</i></p>