夕阳时分,分裂黄金。台阶上铺着一层苍老的时间,那些被羊蹄狗蹄踩死的坑坑洼洼的时间,有一股野山菊的味道,穿透岁月,幽远。一位白须长者,拄着拐棍,颤颤巍巍走上台阶。台阶拍摔倒村里这个最老的黄昏,它忍住疼痛,赶紧挺住。身后的夜色迟疑一会儿,他向黄土台,向老者靠近一寸。香椿树上的体香一阵阵幽香被风掠夺而去。但你的芳香一点也没有减少,有多少花就有多少芳香。你的芳香不怕被人拿走,每 Sunset, split gold. Stairs covered with a layer of old time, those who have been killed by the hoof dogs hoof time, there is a smell of wild chrysanthemum, through the years, faraway. A white bearded elder, leaning on his walking stick, trembled and walked up the steps. Step down the village beat the oldest evening in the village, it hold back the pain, quickly hold. Hesitated for a moment behind the night, he approached the Loess Plateau to the old man an inch. Toon tree incense burst waves of fragrance was taken away by the wind. But your aroma does not diminish, how many flowers there is how much aroma. Your aroma is not afraid to be taken away, each