<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：自拍/网络（致谢原创）</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">配乐：钢琴曲《故乡的原风景》</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;">南北同逢暮秋衔冬，各有山河心境</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一帖檐下藏甜，一帖红叶燃霜</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">（一）檐角霜</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋风从羊城拐了个弯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">带着广府方言的味道</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">爬上窗台，替我翻开</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这一季最浓的一页</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">北方的红叶是火</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">烧得坦荡，烧得决绝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而岭南的秋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是把红藏在异木棉的旧梦里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">藏在榕树垂下的千缕须根间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">藏在一碗糖水将凉未凉的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那点甜里</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">千朵秋花不必争宠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">它们立在霜风里，替谁守着最后一缕暖阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像母亲清晨扫过巷口的声响</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像父亲把落叶拢成一小堆，说：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">烧了吧，暖手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我忽然懂得</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓层林尽染</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不是天地在告别</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是万物把最后的力气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都用来照亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">回家的那条路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">于是我也学着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在暮秋衔冬的路口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把一整个季节的余温</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">折进诗行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不为赴一场盛大的红</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只为在初冬落笔时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">心里仍有一盏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不肯熄灭的灯</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">（二）暮秋书</b></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">暮秋的风翻过最后一道山梁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">千朵野菊便醒了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在霜白的田埂上，一盏一盏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">擎起不肯退场的火焰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我站在十一月的渡口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看万树红叶燃成晚霞的遗书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一片都写着：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不要为凋零低头，我们只是换了一种方式红</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">霜是天空寄来的信笺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">落笔处，山河半冷半暖</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被秋风翻旧的往事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在枝头重新镀亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像一枚枚铜铸的勋章</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">别在大地的衣襟上</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有人从林中走来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">肩上落满碎金般的阳光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他说，你看——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">秋花不语，却把整个季节</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">站成了动词</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我也想学它们</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在寒意逼近的日子里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不慌，不躲，不收拢翅膀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">让骨血里那点红</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">继续燃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">燃给即将到来的雪看</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如果冬一定要来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就让它来吧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我已备好满山秋色作陪</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和一壶菊花酿的温度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">千朵花，万树叶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是暮秋写给人间最长的情书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而我，只是提笔的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在霜序的末尾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">替它们，再红一次</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></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;">2026.11.10</i></p>