1. 秋天的旷野

文/孙越（山东）

西风把田垄的金箔吹得前俯后仰

每一颗五谷杂粮

它们都举着半熟的太阳

我俯下身，看见蝼蚁成群驮着月光

从草叶的脉络爬向星子的粮仓

远处，树上挂满沉甸甸的硕果散发着馨香

秋日把影子拉得很长，铺在田埂上

野菊花举着小铜号，吹响田野和山岗

流云洗过的天空，像刚晒过的棉帐

溪水漫过光滑的卵石，依旧哼着旧腔

把天空的蓝揉进它的波心荡漾

我摘下一颗野果，咬开秋天的蜜糖

风里满是大地未说尽的温柔诗行

旷野铺开它磨损的歌谣，旧章

每一寸阳光都在轻声歌唱

那些被时光——

晒软的烟火都藏着自然最诚恳的模样

Autumn Wilderness

By Sun Yue (Shandong)

West wind sways the ridge’s gilded foil, bending it to and fro.

Every grain of crop

holds aloft a half‑ripe sun.

I stoop low. Ants march in swarms, bearing moonlight,

creeping along leaf veins toward the granary of stars.

Far off, heavy fruit hangs on boughs, breathing sweet scent.

Autumn stretches long shadows across the field track.

Wild chrysanthemums lift tiny brass trumpets,

sounding over fields and hill slopes.

Cloud‑washed sky

is like a linen tent fresh from sunning.

The stream slips over smooth pebbles, humming an old tune,

kneading heaven’s blue into rippling waves.

I pluck a wild fruit and bite into autumn’s honey.

Wind carries the earth’s endless tender lines of verse.

The wilderness unfurls its worn old ballad.

Every ray of sunlight hums soft and low.

Those mortal glows softened by time

hold nature’s most honest face.

2. 一弯瘦月

文/孙世伟（山东）

它是被风啃过的玉米芯？

还是，被谁遗落的银汤匙？

悬挂在灰蓝的胃壁上

不说话，只卡着半盏冷光

云是流动的棉絮

擦过它瘦骨嶙峋般的肩膀

没有留下脚印，只是蹭落下

星子的少许碎渣

楼下的流浪猫蹲成块灰影子

尾巴钩住它洒落的余光

不尖叫，不扑捉

像是攥着半块没说出口的叹息

它没挂一首诗或一厥词

只是一弯瘦月，薄凉薄凉的

刚好盛下深夜里一小段

没有回响的沉默

A Thin Crescent Moon

By Sun Shiwei (Shandong)

Is it a corncob gnawed by wind?

Or a silver spoon left behind by someone?

Hung on that grey‑blue vault of sky.

It says nothing, only holds half a wisp of cold glow.

Clouds drift like loose cotton batting,

brushing its gaunt shoulders.

No footprints remain, only a few crumbs of stars

scraped away.

A stray cat downstairs crouches, a grey shadow.

Its tail hooks the faint moonlight spilling down.

No yowl, no pounce.

As if clutching half an unspoken sigh.

It bears no poem, no verse.

Only this thin crescent, pale and chill,

just big enough to cradle a brief silence

that rings with no echo deep in night.

3. 望秋

文/周少霞

晷影，渐短

梳理疏柯

寒藤，悄然覆上旧坡

西风缓缓

平野翠罗裙，镀了金边

白露多情，瘦了黄花

轻霜敛芳，素了苔阶

谷仓，日渐娉婷丰满

平畴，踏歌

云缣梭织，入诗

未及润墨，落笺

远岑，收尽雁影

清宵，月朗

幽绪漫过轩棂

乡路，云驮，梦征

Gazing on Autumn

By Zhou Shaoxia

The sundial’s shadow shrinks,

combing sparse branches.

Cold vines creep quietly over old slopes.

West wind drifts slow.

The plain’s green silk skirt

is edged with gilded thread.

White dew, tender, thins yellow blooms.

Light frost tucks fragrance away,

bleaching mossy stone steps.

Granaries grow full and graceful.

Songs stride across flat farmland.

Cloud silk weaves itself into verse.

Before ink meets paper,

words fall onto the page.

Distant hills swallow wild geese’s silhouettes.

Clear night, bright moon.

Quiet longing drifts through window lattice.

Country roads borne on clouds; dreams set out to wander.

4. 木槿花开

文/林芹

与朝霞同争辉，伴月色悄然沉寂

无惧风侵雨袭，铸就越挫越勇的意气

今朝有衰落，来日高歌再起

满怀痴热情怀，坚守初心生生不息

一丛寻常草木，书写轮回不绝的传奇

Hibiscus Blooms

By Lin Qin

It vies in glow with morning rose, then fades quiet beneath moon.

Fearless of wind and rain,

it breeds a spirit that rises after every blow.

Blossoms fall today, yet they sing and bloom again tomorrow.

With burning passion,

it guards its original heart, reborn without end.

This common clump of grass and bloom

writes legends of endless transmigration.

秋雨满窗 

文/林芹

也许秋风最懂情。将团团云白推拉揉合

天际，乌云煎熬中翻滚

初时三二雨滴敲击窗棂，携来浅浅凉意

蒙尘的玻璃写上：分离、思念、郁结已久的焦虑

数声惊雷滚过，闪电划过天际

雨的情绪骤然爆涨，于窗面再叙心语——逗号、句号、删略号

转瞬雨落成溪，汇川，垂作飞瀑

蝉声被雨声压沉，心底潮念，随之汹涌而起

Autumn Rain Beats the Window

By Lin Qin

Perhaps autumn wind knows love best.

It kneads and shifts bundles of white cloud.

Dark clouds churn and writhe across the sky.

At first, two or three raindrops tap the window,

bringing faint coolness.

Dusty glass bears faint marks:

parting, longing, anxiety long pent inside.

Thunder rumbles. Lightning slices the sky.

Rain’s emotion surges all at once,

whispering on glass — commas, periods, ellipses.

Soon rain streams down, merging, falling like waterfalls.

Cicada song is drowned out by rain.

Tidal longing rises wild inside my chest.

5. 为她

文/林鋆洁（福建）

星星正熠熠生辉

安德舒德克，

她头发的摆动

翱翔于梦境之中

如一团迷人而邪恶的火焰，

向佛陀发起挑战

信念正在剥落

神圣之力正在觉醒

危险的禁果

被有毒蛇诱惑，

它看起来像樱桃番茄，

想尽情挥洒吧

抓住当下的脉搏，

让我们坠落，

将其塑造成一个持久的承诺

植根于白色的沙漠之中

For Her

By Lin Yunjie (Fujian)

The stars shine bright.

And she ducks her head,

her hair in motion,

hovering within a dream,

like a charming yet wicked flame,

challenging the Buddha.

Faith peels away.

Divine power awakens.

The dangerous forbidden fruit,

tempted by the venomous serpent.

It looks just like cherry tomatoes.

Release all your passion,

grasp the pulse of this moment.

Let us fall.

Shape this into an everlasting promise,

rooted deep within the white desert.

6. 想和你去看海

文/马春香

想和你去看海，在某个起风的下午

层层浪花，买不走一个回眸

曾把彼此折进纸船，搁浅在时光的信笺

后来日历似疯狂的海风，翻过页面

屏前问候，沙哑得像海浪拍打礁石的尾音

两把空椅子，沐晨曦到黄昏

让海平线割开晚霞，一半分你一半分我，暮色如花

茶杯里沏着沉船，如果船能驶入你的港湾

让海平线把彼此的距离拉近

两枚谨慎的标点，点缀一首平仄诗词

让浪花做韵脚

等待潮水退去

海仍响着，信封装满了风

I Wish to Watch the Sea With You

By Ma Chunxiang

I want to watch the sea with you, one windy afternoon.

Rolling waves cannot buy a single backward glance.

Once we folded each other into paper boats,

stranded on the letter paper of time.

Later the calendar turns, like wild sea wind.

Greetings on screen sound hoarse,

like the fading tone of waves beating reefs.

Two empty chairs bathe from dawn till dusk.

Let the horizon split sunset clouds,

half for you, half for me. Twilight blooms like flowers.

Sunken ships steep in the teacup.

If the boat may sail into your harbour,

let the horizon narrow the space between us.

Two quiet punctuation marks adorn a tonal poem.

Let waves serve as rhymes,

waiting for the tide to recede.

The sea still roars.

Envelopes are stuffed full of wind.

7. 霜约

文/安众军

秋霜把三载光阴叠成薄冰

一层轻覆着一层

漫过小苇坑边荒草埋平的脚印

漫过那粒你总不肯丢下的青灰石子

它在霜色里沉睡得格外安静

每片被霜浸白的草叶

都替我们妥帖保管着

那些咽回心底的字句

此后每一次霜降

运河的流水都会慢半拍

载着三载秋声在波纹里轻轻晃

我们隔着茫茫漫开的雾色

指尖在清寒空气里

完成一次只有我们懂的微凉相撞

我不再伸手去抓那片空茫

只把掌心里的霜粒轻轻捻碎

忽然懂了

所有绕着我吹过的秋风

都是你悄悄绕着我走的方向

Frost Pact

By An Zhongjun

Autumn frost folds three years into thin ice,

layer upon layer.

It flows over footprints buried flat by weeds beside the reed pond,

over that grey pebble you would never leave behind.

It sleeps peacefully amid frost.

Each leaf bleached pale by frost

keeps safely for us

those words we swallowed deep in our hearts.

From now on, every frost fall,

the canal water slows half a beat,

carrying three autumn echoes, swaying soft in ripples.

We stand separated by spreading mist.

Our fingertips, in cold air,

meet in a faint collision known only to us.

I no longer reach for empty haze.

I gently crush frost grains in my palm.

I understand all at once:

every autumn wind swirling around me

is the path you quietly walk beside me.

8. 霜约

文/周美栋

睁开眼睛，

曦芒在泼墨的云宣上

燃起黄灿潮红

晴空淡月

醉在心相时光

岁月用最美的当下

塑型拼装出季节

俘虏红尘芸芸

是心头幻化了万有

还是心外，是无尽的虚空

心外无物，心风有痕

千帆过尽皆不是

抬头，晴空月影，

心渊，鉴底沉真。

Frost Pact

By Zhou Meidong

I open my eyes.

Morning light ignites golden crimson hues

on ink‑washed cloud scrolls.

Pale moon hangs in clear sky.

Drunk in the time of inner vision.

Time shapes and assembles seasons

from the most beautiful present moment,

capturing mortal crowds.

Does my heart conjure all existence?

Or beyond the heart lies boundless void?

Nothing exists outside the heart;

wind leaves traces within the heart.

A thousand sails pass by, none is what I seek.

I look up: clear sky and moon shadow.

Deep in my heart’s abyss, truth rests at the bottom.

9. 秋心

文/赵立春

掌心里的蝉鸣

稍纵即逝

一抹黄

在思绪里狂奔

拈一朵

洞穿世事的野菊花

折进无处可寄的信笺

落叶卷走夕阳

冷风搜刮着孤寂

衣角的残云上

闪过雁影

而我的目光

碎了一地

Autumn Mood

By Zhao Lichun

Cicada hum held in my palm,

gone in a breath.

A streak of yellow

races through my thoughts.

I pluck a wild chrysanthemum

that sees through the world,

fold it into an undeliverable letter.

Fallen leaves carry off the sunset.

Cold wind hunts loneliness.

Across remnant clouds on my coat’s hem,

wild geese’s shadow flashes past.

My gaze

shatters all over the ground.

10. 儿时的影子

文/张颖

时光载着儿时的记忆

在流年的隧道里徜徉

一路崎岖蜿蜒

每个节点虽留下足迹

却稍纵即逝

只有儿时的最深刻

如果时光可以倒流

我还是喜欢儿时的自己

记忆像树叶

时间将一片片串联

每一片都写满故事

回忆，如数家珍

字字珠玑不忍漏掉

人生，像一座长长的桥

走到桥尾思念仍留在桥头

那里能看见儿时的影子

Childhood Shadow

By Zhang Ying

Time carries childhood memories

wandering through the tunnel of fleeting years.

The road twists and turns, rugged.

Footprints mark every bend,

yet vanish in an instant.

Only childhood impressions stay deepest.

If time could flow backward,

I would still love that younger self.

Memories are like tree leaves,

strung together one by one by time.

Each leaf bears its own story.

Recalling them, I cherish every detail,

not daring to miss a single word.

Life is a long bridge.

When I reach its far end, longing still lingers at the bridgehead,

where I may behold the shadow of my childhood.

执行主编：贝拉维拉

本期编辑：雪儿

责任编辑：孙世伟