深秋的午夜

作者：秋之韵

诵读：荔琴

深秋的午夜，既多情又伤感，我喜欢却又害怕。曾经，情意绵绵。如今，我就像落叶纷飞后的寒枝，伫立在雨中等他归期。若能在这样的午夜，那个熟悉的身影还能出现在我的身旁，那该有多么的好。我知道这样的念想，已经离我很遥远。

　　指尖轻柔着牵挂，将一缕缕念想深藏在心底。相爱一场欢，离别一场愁。那种说不出的辛酸，总是化着泪水，从脸庞滑落。望着没有他身影的长廊，我的心在隐隐的作痛，忧愁紧锁眉头。他像长廊我像灯，为何我们不能为爱相守一生？

我知道，爱皆不是一切，而一切又离不开爱。如果没有了爱的滋润，我这朵含苞待放的花儿，又如何绽放？嗨！为什么我深深地爱着他，却得不到他的心。他丢下的玫瑰，深深地刺痛了我的心。

　　找不回流失的誓言，憔悴的容颜挂满了泪水。我不知道，他是否懂得我的心思。是否知道我的心，我的情，依旧还停留在我们初遇的长廊里。

我的痴情，无人知晓。我纵使化身雨蝶，也飞不过沧海茫茫，也敌不过岁月的无情。彼此的情感，犹如繁华过后皆云烟。我好害怕，在往后的日子里，我再也无法寻找回曾经的那一抹抹温情，再也无法嗅到昔日的那一丝丝熟悉的烟草香。

　　深秋的午夜，为什么会变得让人遗憾？让人伤感？只有穿过长廊的风儿，在抚慰着我受伤的心灵。我好想知道，此时的他是否也在想着我。而此刻的我依然在深秋的午夜，深深地念着他。

曾经以为只要执着，就能得到他的心。为什么，他对我的感情是那么冷漠。也许，这不是他的错，而是无缘的过。或许，我爱他，并不是因为他也爱我。只是我依然还在恪守，恪守着他留下来的誓言。

　　尘泥葬花谁怜惜。有谁知道，深深地爱着一个人，耗尽了我的青春年华。谁是谁的过客？谁是谁的遇见？谁的青春负了谁的约？多少前尘往事惹了相思，愁了忧伤。曾经那些唯美的故事，在这样深秋的午夜，留下的只是无尽的怅惘。

沉甸甸的回忆，无奈了我的牵念，不知这是轮回的沧桑，还是度千年的等待。孤独寂寞的心，盛满了悲伤。而伤心的泪水里，依旧包涵着一份真诚的心愿。我愿意倾尽所有，守候他曾经的誓言。

　　长廊啊长廊！你可否告诉我，我的执着可否换回彼此的初衷，我多么渴望有一份爱的滋润。我多想用情感的笔墨，调上思念的色彩，画一幅牵念的水墨丹青，挂在长廊里。希望有那么一天，正好他路过长廊，正好看到了这幅画，正好想起了我……

　　泪水划过脸颊，写下了相思的忧愁，有谁来抚平了我心底里一次次凝结的伤痕，我只能带着回忆，去缅怀唯美的曾经。将心中那份刻骨的情、铭心的爱，化作一往情深的絮语，向长廊诉说，释放心中所有的情愫。

　　假如彼此不曾相爱，他的转身离去，我的心就不会有刺骨的疼痛，就不会有莫名的心酸，相思就不会与我作伴。思念的梦，为何辜负了我痴情的等待，荒芜了花季的柔情。

　　岁月不留人，时间不留情。那一夜，他的离去，冷漠了爱的世界，孤独了寂静的长廊。我该如何是好，心中的怅然，只能向长廊倾诉。至于万水千山的惦念，我从不后悔。因为，我来过，我爱过……

　　深秋的午夜，悠悠的长廊，为何丈量不出牵绊惆怅的尺度？“三更归梦三更后”，我只能将那些过往轻轻的折叠起来，安放在长廊里。祈求长廊，许我用余生的寂寞，暖我来世的爱情……

   【英语】

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......

     朗读者简介：荔琴，榕城“金花组合”朗诵团队领诵团长，卓然艺术联盟常务副总会长。毕业于福建师范大学，国家高级教师。在国家总工会举办的“哈药杯”演讲比赛中获福建省一等奖、全国二等奖。热爱生活，喜欢旅游，喜欢音乐、舞蹈、朗诵。用声音传递真善美，用舞蹈展现出对新时代的热爱。