红娘网7651电话:浅吟初秋，浸染凉意

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                                                         浅吟初秋，语言浸染凉意，

                                          与初秋对视，满目落叶纷飞，与初秋共眠萧瑟，

                              梦里花落几多愁。秋来悄无声，心飘亦无痕。轻轻滑过了季节  的

                                  翅膀，把飘逝的梦搁浅在岁月的留痕上。季节过处，无数的

                                      影子羽化成了孤独，在落寂 的夜里，清清淡淡品茗那

                                             残存破碎之羽。茶由浓衰为淡。 记忆的颜色，

                                                           被季节追赶累成了淡黄色。

                                                                           二、

                                                        初秋，凄凉的守候，守候那即

                                           将凋谢的脚步声。初秋的景象，在抑郁的苍穹里，

                              开得如此之苍白，如天空中那稀散的云朵，孤零零落进深邃的迷茫

                                   中，浅释落寞。不知何时，眼中噙泪，为感伤那季节的孤独。

                                        我站在初秋的 旅程上，打点了孤独的忧伤，乘秋风而

                                             栖，叹落叶的几许惆怅。孤独的秋水，是已经枯

                                                竭了的呢喃之语，孤单横亘在温暖不存的空

                                                     默等待中，在痛楚的心扉里潺潺暗流。

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                                                        孤独的秋叶，飘曳在秋风中，疲倦

                                       的身子，竟然找不到一处可以安身的墓冢。孤独的 秋风，

                                载满银色的相思， 缓步在寂寞的月夜，那薄如泡影的诺言，笼罩着整个

                                     幽蓝 的梦想。孤独的秋雨，游子飞逝的泪水，淅淅沥沥，湿 润

                                         乡情，走着碎步小心翼翼，怕打湿了梦中的情愫。初秋，

                                               轻轻叩响了季节的门铃，蕴涵着凉爽的淡淡忧郁。

                                                           流浪的人儿，也在初秋的伤痛中，

                                                                     凝视没有终点的路。

                                                                               四、

                                                      初秋孤独的人，迎着略有凉意的秋风，

                                           走在 秋雨的涌动中，芸芸众生的冥思，伤怀逝叹蹉卑

                                的浪客，无不让人感伤心悸。一个秋天，走过了千年，一片情愫，

                                        流了万年，河里依然是干枯的泪迹，清洗不尽，伤人心

                                                  怀。心泊无痕，不知下一站是哪里，不管

                                                          怎样，只盼能留下淡淡的哀伤，

                                                                     带走浅浅的希翼。