As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
author：Joan and
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion.
The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad morning song twilight, the breeze blows, and the reed branches sway with the wind in response to the flowing water's words.
The endless railroad tracks snaked and straightened into the distance. In early spring, the afterglow of the wind-swept clouds shines on the cold track, making people, hearts, and hard sleepers feel no warmth.
Looking at the sunset gradually sinking in the west, the prosperity and depression in the inner world are also falling at this moment, the sudden cold wind blows on my somewhat cold cheeks, the wisps of hair also float messily on the forehead, faintly covering the crisscrossing folds of the corners of the eyes, only the pair of eyes that are still glowing with divine color are not lacking in the tranquility and tranquility of the past, I know that the green in the depths of the soul is still rising in the heart, some people say that only those whose hearts are to the sun, life is full of hope.
Sunset is a spectacular birth for every husband, and sunset is a house full of holes. The magnificent sunset reluctantly retreats to the horizon, and the rows of lanterns at the beginning light up the tranquil thoughts again...
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
As the sun sets I sit by a stretch of deserted railroad tracks and ignite the years of burning passion. The dry reed branches stand upright, standing by the pool quietly listening to the flowing water, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad
