<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">作者昵称：秋风（广州）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">美篇号：10968670</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">图片：网络（致谢原创）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">配乐：钢琴曲《晚风》</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">深夜十一点，屏幕亮了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你的头发松松挽着，像素不太够</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">眼底的温柔却格外清晰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">这年头，连信号都懂得</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">哪些画面该模糊，哪些情愫该留存</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你说你那边起风了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">窗帘鼓动，像一面来不及收好的旗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我窗前，羊城的晚风恰好推门而入</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">两股风相隔一千三百公里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在林立的信号塔间，悄然相拥</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">阳台上，我的旧衬衫在滴着雨水</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你说忘了收，我说</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">——像我舍不得挂断</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">屏幕微光把你的脸烘成暖黄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像旧时光底片，像远道而来的信封</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">穿梭的信号，是此刻的邮差</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你说起楼下新开的小店，心生期许</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我惊觉珠江秋水，比盛夏又瘦了几分</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">细碎絮语，途经光纤、基站、转接器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">辗转抵达耳畔，依旧温热如初</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你轻打哈欠，捂住眉眼</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">屏幕轻轻一晃，仿佛晚风穿入镜头</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我说，早点睡吧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">你轻声呢喃，再等等</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">再等等——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>这三个字，比所有情诗都绵长</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一场通话四十七分，沉默占了大半</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">全程信号满格</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">那阵远道而来的晚风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">穿透方寸屏幕，落在我的锁骨上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"></span></p>