心灵深处
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>暮色漫过窗台时，总爱静坐案前，看月光漫过书页，像极了童年时祖母晾晒的白棉布，带着草木的淡香，在风里轻轻摇晃。这时，心灵深处便会泛起些细碎的涟漪，像古井里投下的石子，荡开一圈圈模糊的影子。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250803041123front2_0_189091_FoQ8BXxQN9B94gtK-asnzH0KIngZ.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="664" height="620" data-qf-origin="forum/20250803041123front2_0_189091_FoQ8BXxQN9B94gtK-asnzH0KIngZ.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p><p>那影子里有老屋的天井。夏日午后，蝉鸣把空气晒得滚烫，我趴在冰凉的青石板上，看蚂蚁搬家。祖母坐在竹椅上摇着蒲扇，扇面上的牡丹被岁月磨得发浅，她的声音混着风穿过葡萄藤："慢些走，别踩疼了它们。"那时不懂，只觉得祖母的声音和井水一样凉，后来才明白，那是心底最柔软的褶皱，藏着对万物的温厚。</p><p class="empty_paragraph"> </p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250803040321front2_0_189091_FsN1g8nEqXDNBmG8mSKQMY1ZygHw.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="664" height="664" data-qf-origin="forum/20250803040321front2_0_189091_FsN1g8nEqXDNBmG8mSKQMY1ZygHw.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p><p>也有少年时的站台。绿皮火车喘着气停下，父亲往我背包里塞苹果，红通通的，带着他手掌的温度。他说"到了记得写信"，却没说"我会想你"。火车开动时，他的身影在人群里越来越小，像粒被风吹走的尘埃。许多年后才懂，有些牵挂从不说出口，却在心底长成了参天的树，枝桠间都是未说尽的叮咛。</p><p> </p><p>更深的地方，藏着些无人知晓的时刻。比如某个失眠的午夜，听着窗外的雨，忽然想起十七岁错过的那班车，想起街角那家早已关门的书店，想起某句没说出口的"对不起"。这些碎片像散落在记忆里的珍珠，平时看不见，却会在某个瞬间，被心灵深处的光悄悄照亮。</p><p> </p><p>原来心灵深处从不是空无一物的幽谷，而是收纳时光的阁楼。那些被淡忘的细节，被忽略的情感，都在那里静静躺着，带着初时的温度。就像此刻，月光落在手背上，恍若多年前祖母的蒲扇拂过，父亲的苹果在背包里微微发烫——原来所有走过的路，爱过的人，都早已刻进了灵魂的纹路里，成为我们对抗岁月的力量。</p><p> </p><p>夜渐深，远处传来几声犬吠。合上书本时，忽然懂得，所谓心灵深处，不过是我们与自己最诚实的相处，是所有岁月馈赠的礼物，在寂静里闪闪发光。</p> <!----></div> 欣赏佳作超赞:victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory::victory: https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 https://pics-app.cnyw.net/admin_FsbLrH4XpF1aok8fg1u_Me6G4sVj.png送出团圆月x1 :P:P:P:P
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