深秋的午夜
作者：秋之韻
誦讀：荔琴
深秋的午夜，既多情又傷感，我喜歡卻又害怕。曾經(jīng)，情意綿綿。如今，我就像落葉紛飛后的寒枝，佇立在雨中等他歸期。若能在這樣的午夜，那個熟悉的身影還能出現(xiàn)在我的身旁，那該有多么的好。我知道這樣的念想，已經(jīng)離我很遙遠。
指尖輕柔著牽掛，將一縷縷念想深藏在心底。相愛一場歡，離別一場愁。那種說不出的辛酸，總是化著淚水，從臉龐滑落。望著沒有他身影的長廊，我的心在隱隱的作痛，憂愁緊鎖眉頭。他像長廊我像燈，為何我們不能為愛相守一生？
我知道，愛皆不是一切，而一切又離不開愛。如果沒有了愛的滋潤，我這朵含苞待放的花兒，又如何綻放？嗨！為什么我深深地愛著他，卻得不到他的心。他丟下的玫瑰，深深地刺痛了我的心。
找不回流失的誓言，憔悴的容顏掛滿了淚水。我不知道，他是否懂得我的心思。是否知道我的心，我的情，依舊還停留在我們初遇的長廊里。
我的癡情，無人知曉。我縱使化身雨蝶，也飛不過滄海茫茫，也敵不過歲月的無情。彼此的情感，猶如繁華過后皆云煙。我好害怕，在往后的日子里，我再也無法尋找回曾經(jīng)的那一抹抹溫情，再也無法嗅到昔日的那一絲絲熟悉的煙草香。
深秋的午夜，為什么會變得讓人遺憾？讓人傷感？只有穿過長廊的風兒，在撫慰著我受傷的心靈。我好想知道，此時的他是否也在想著我。而此刻的我依然在深秋的午夜，深深地念著他。
曾經(jīng)以為只要執(zhí)著，就能得到他的心。為什么，他對我的感情是那么冷漠。也許，這不是他的錯，而是無緣的過。或許，我愛他，并不是因為他也愛我。只是我依然還在恪守，恪守著他留下來的誓言。
塵泥葬花誰憐惜。有誰知道，深深地愛著一個人，耗盡了我的青春年華。誰是誰的過客？誰是誰的遇見？誰的青春負了誰的約？多少前塵往事惹了相思，愁了憂傷。曾經(jīng)那些唯美的故事，在這樣深秋的午夜，留下的只是無盡的悵惘。
沉甸甸的回憶，無奈了我的牽念，不知這是輪回的滄桑，還是度千年的等待。孤獨寂寞的心，盛滿了悲傷。而傷心的淚水里，依舊包涵著一份真誠的心愿。我愿意傾盡所有，守候他曾經(jīng)的誓言。
長廊啊長廊！你可否告訴我，我的執(zhí)著可否換回彼此的初衷，我多么渴望有一份愛的滋潤。我多想用情感的筆墨，調(diào)上思念的色彩，畫一幅牽念的水墨丹青，掛在長廊里。希望有那么一天，正好他路過長廊，正好看到了這幅畫，正好想起了我……
淚水劃過臉頰，寫下了相思的憂愁，有誰來撫平了我心底里一次次凝結(jié)的傷痕，我只能帶著回憶，去緬懷唯美的曾經(jīng)。將心中那份刻骨的情、銘心的愛，化作一往情深的絮語，向長廊訴說，釋放心中所有的情愫。
假如彼此不曾相愛，他的轉(zhuǎn)身離去，我的心就不會有刺骨的疼痛，就不會有莫名的心酸，相思就不會與我作伴。思念的夢，為何辜負了我癡情的等待，荒蕪了花季的柔情。
歲月不留人，時間不留情。那一夜，他的離去，冷漠了愛的世界，孤獨了寂靜的長廊。我該如何是好，心中的悵然，只能向長廊傾訴。至于萬水千山的惦念，我從不后悔。因為，我來過，我愛過……
深秋的午夜，悠悠的長廊，為何丈量不出牽絆惆悵的尺度？“三更歸夢三更后”，我只能將那些過往輕輕的折疊起來，安放在長廊里。祈求長廊，許我用余生的寂寞，暖我來世的愛情……
【英語】
Midnight in late autumn
Late autumn midnight, both sentimental and sad, I like but afraid. Once upon a time, love. Now I am like a cold branch after falling leaves, standing in the rain waiting for his return. If can in such midnight, that familiar figure also can appear in my side, that should have how good. I know such a thought, has been far away from me.
Fingertips gently care, will be a continuous read deep in the bottom of my heart. Love a joy, leave a sorrow. The kind of unspeakable bitterness, always with tears, from the face slide. Looking at the long corridor without his figure, my heart in a faint pain, sad frown. He's like a corridor and I'm like a lamp. Why can't we be together for love?
I know that love is not everything, and everything is inseparable from love. If there is no love to nourish me, this budding flower, how can I bloom? A: hi! Why I love him deeply, but can not get his heart. He dropped the rose, deeply hurt my heart.
Can not find the loss of oath, gaunt face hung with tears. I don't know if he can read my mind. Do you know my heart, my feelings, still stay in the corridor we first met.
My spoony, no one knows. Even if I incarnate rain butterfly, but also fly the vast sea, but also the enemy of the ruthless years. Each other's emotions, like after the prosperity of all clouds and smoke. I am very afraid, in the future days, I can no longer find back to once that a touch of warmth, can no longer smell the former days of that a trace of familiar tobacco incense.
Late autumn midnight, why can become let a person regret? Sad? Only the wind through the gallery soothes my wounded heart. I really want to know if he is thinking of me at this time. And now I am still in the late autumn midnight, deeply miss him.
Once thought that as long as persistent, can get his heart. Why? His feelings for me are so cold. Perhaps, this is not his fault, but the wrong. Maybe I don't love him because he loves me. But I still abide by, abide by the oath he left.
Dust and mud bury flowers who pity. Who knows, deeply in love with a person, exhausted my youth. Who is whose passer? Who is who meet? Whose youth negative whose appointment? How many past events caused acacia, sorrow sorrow. Once those beautiful stories, in such late autumn midnight, leaving only endless wistfulness.
Heavy memories, but MY concern, I do not know this is the vicissitudes of life, or a thousand years of waiting. Lonely lonely heart, filled with sorrow. And sad tears, still contain a sincere wish. I would give everything I have to wait for his oath.
The gallery, the gallery! Can you tell me, my persistent can change each other's original intention, HOW I long to have a love moist. How MUCH I want to use emotional ink and ink, with the color of yearning, to draw a nostalgic ink painting, hanging in the corridor. I hope one day, he happens to pass by the gallery, sees this painting, and thinks of me...
Tears across the cheek, write down the sorrow of acacia, who to heal the back of my heart again and again the scar of condensation, I can only take memories, to remember the beautiful once. Will the heart of the deep feeling, love, into a passionate whisper, to the corridor, release all the feelings in the heart.
If never love each other, he turned away, my heart will not have piercing pain, there will not be inexplicable sadness, acacia will not be with me company. Yearning dream, why failed to live up to my spoony waiting, deserted the tender feelings of the flower season.
Time and tide have no mercy. That night, he left, indifferent to the world of love, lonely silent corridor. What should I do, the disappointed in my heart, can only pour out to the corridor. As for the long journey of miss, I never regret. Because, I have been, I have loved...
Late autumn midnight, leisurely corridor, why not measure the scale of melancholy? "Return to dream after three watches", I can only gently fold up those past, placed in the corridor. Pray for the corridor, let me use the rest of my life lonely, warm my afterlife love......
朗讀者簡介：荔琴，榕城“金花組合”朗誦團隊領(lǐng)誦團長，卓然藝術(shù)聯(lián)盟常務副總會長。畢業(yè)于福建師范大學，國家高級教師。在國家總工會舉辦的“哈藥杯”演講比賽中獲福建省一等獎、全國二等獎。熱愛生活，喜歡旅游，喜歡音樂、舞蹈、朗誦。用聲音傳遞真善美，用舞蹈展現(xiàn)出對新時代的熱愛。
