10月20日晴我漫不经心地倚在窗前,手执银色的勺子,不停地轻轻搅着窗台上的柠檬茶,远方的红日映在茶中也随水波微微摇曳,抬眼望去,即将西沉的落日染红了远方的天空,天边的云彩烧成了金色,那血色夕阳在高楼大厦之间沉浮着。透过薄薄的玻璃,我的视线被什么吸引:其它的所有都犹如黑白默片。被定格在瞳孔中的只剩下枝杈,萧瑟的树木,在凛冽的寒风中孤独的身影, October 20 sunny I carelessly leaning in front of the window, holding a silver spoon, kept gently stirring the lemon tea on the windowsill, the distant red sun reflected in the tea also with the waves slightly swaying, looked up , Is about to sunset the sun dyed the distant sky, the clouds of the sky burned into gold, that bloody sunset between tall buildings ups and downs. My vision is drawn to by a thin glass: everything else is like a black and white silent film. Was stuck in the pupil of the only twigs, bleak trees, lonely figure in the cold wind cold,