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秋风又一年自漠北吹来,潇潇暮雨飘洒江天,一番清洗,洗尽人世烟尘。昨日的满树庭芳,一朝化作零落飘絮,物华皆休。霜风凄紧,关河冷落,残照当楼。谁念西风独自凉?暮光斜挂在霭霭云天的一角下,残阳淡染了天际。又是一岁春去秋来,梧桐叶落啊。究竟是什么让我如此地怀想?究竟是什么让我长久的迷茫?随着暮光的消逝,那渐渐清晰起来的景象,却又黯淡了下去。长夜,未央。江渚之上,依稀有两三点渔火,明灭若希望般虚妄。
Another year from the desert north blowing wind blowing, Xiaoguomu rain drifting Jiang days, some cleaning, wash the world of dust. Yesterday’s tree Tingfang, once turned into a patchwork, Wu Hua Jie Hugh. Cold frost tightness, off the river, residual photo when the floor. Who read the westerly alone cool? Twilight oblique hanging in the corner of the misty sky, the sun pale stained the sky. It is a one-year-old spring to Autumn, Indus leaves fall ah. What actually made me think so? What makes me confused for a long time? As the twilight disappears, it gradually clear scene, but dimmed down. Night, Weiyang. On top of Jiangzhu, there are two or three fishing races vaguely.