暮色让我想起一匹马 ,迟缓的蹄音踩碎了乌鸦在天空的影子。风声触摸着暮色冰凉的胸膛 ,触摸着疲惫的蜥蜴在远古草丛中的爬行。然而 ,毕竟有漫长的路隔断了从过去向现在流动的阳光 ,从中的山山水水 ,决定了一个人的历史 ,注定要把茫然与求索作为标向。一路上的暮色从山顶上开始 Twilight reminds me of a horse, slow hoof crushed the shadow of the crow in the sky. The wind touches the twilight cold chest, touching the tired lizard crawling in the ancient grass. However, after all, there is a long way to cut off the sunshine flowing from the past to the present. The mountains and rivers in the mountains determine the history of one person and are destined to be targeted at loss and quest. The twilight along the way from the top of the hill