Inexplicable

The afterglow of the sunset just passed by the pale Mulberry cheek, and the faint chill came one after another. In a flash, the whole person became at a loss, and a faint melancholy swept the whole sky. A kind of inexplicable sadness came to my heart, turning into a Pobo trickle, it quietly overflowed from the corner of the dry eyes. I don’t know that in such a beautiful dusk, sadness will disconsolate my whole heart; And I don’t know why in such a winter, tears will rush out from my withered eyes, looking back on the road I have traveled, it is vast; Looking far ahead, misty; Staring at the mirror, his cheeks added countless hairs. I have witnessed old men one after another, trembling in the winter dusk. Today, I am also sitting here. In the sky at this time, there is no lingering rain in spring, no surging clouds in summer, no withered leaves dancing in the deep autumn wind, but the afterglow of sunset slowly disappears in the sky, there is also a black curtain gradually spread in the distance. Wipe away tears and sort out thoughts: sigh the secular world lightly, feel lonely and fall Red, the world of mortals fades away, leaving a trace of sadness; How many flowers bloom, how many leaves fall, who is buried for the flower soul with a hoe; who holds a broom to return to the root of the fallen leaves. It is better to indulge your mood, like a boat rising and falling in the terrifying waves. I don’t know how to cry in the dusk: My heart is lonely by strings of memories; Love is immersed in paragraphs of memories; Past events are like dust, and thoughts are like ashes. I can’t figure out the cold day and the moon when I write, and I can’t figure out the soul of the old words; The once deep eyes can’t stretch out the wonderful romance, and the sweet voice in the past can’t spit out any sound. Stubborn a cup of old tea, staring at the distance: Let the Sun, wind and rain; By the spring, autumn and the moon. Inexplicable tears, for whom? Spring elimination snow

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