In the twilight, the sound of guitar

That sad guitar played for a long time, but I couldn't see the end of the dusk, like pouring a bowl of wine, trying to drink it thoroughly, and I couldn't find a suitable reason to be drunk. Sentimentality is like staying at the mouth, listening to the plot story carefully, like a splendid embroidery painted in the dusk.

Dusk can decorate the melancholy of music so beautifully, such as the entrance of alcohol and the sweetness of the heart. Take a sip of rice wine, as if the beauty of that desire is on the staves of dusk, like a gentle and beautiful aroma of wine wafting in the hut.

Jasmine blossoms like stars in the sky, rose fragrance rises, a kind of beauty warmth as if in this beautiful space, just like the jasmine fragrance lingering in the sound of the piano, moisturizing the rose fragrance more gentle, more beautiful.

There is a warm breeze outside the window, and the poplar trees are soaking in the drench, shaking the head of acacia and writing tenderness in the dusk. It is as if the shadow climbed over the wall of the dream, burrowed into the roof of the dream, and saw through your beautiful dream.

The sound of music stirs in the air. The sound of the piano plays at dusk, and the beautiful dream of looking through the autumn water is pulsating with every upgrade, just like you stand in the mirage at dusk, so beautifully climbing and rising. It was as if in that miniature fog, the style floated, as if there was a sense of beauty, rising above my head.

Just as in the distance, when you see a lilac tree, as if you were snuggled up next to that tree, as if you were standing on the deck of dreams, counting the beauty laid down after dusk, you seemed to see the beautiful sail shadow, and there were white gulls soaring and soaring.

That guitar was melancholy for a long time after dusk, and I love your thoughts lingering in sentimental dreams, and I appreciate that this beautiful dusk turned me into the most beautiful person, because your beauty once made me sink.

I like your soft and soothing melody, like the fresh rice wine I take in, so sweet to my heart, and like the beauty in the subtle possession, I lie happily in the dusk.

A guitar is worried, the play is endless, and the twilight dream is revealed, crystal clear and leisurely.

-Author-

Pen name: Fan Jinghe, record life with words, express life with words, use words to improve life, often write a little poem, prose, in order to increase the joy of life, struggle in the pen, the spirit is more vibrant.

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