(一)落叶的黄昏,只有迟暮和寒冷才能与之相映。下雪的心灵,只有孤独和寂寞才能与之相伴。暮鼓晨钟,无情的岁月渐渐湮没了往日的浮华。残阳如血,鲜红的血液缓缓流淌于耻辱的沟壑。丁冬丁冬,一阵风儿拂过。檐角下的铜铃声如晕开的波纹,向外扩散出阵阵涟漪。呼呼飕飕,只只归鸿展翅,划过天际,那阳光笼罩的云幕似破裂的绸缎,空气的罅隙里回荡着阳光碎裂的声音。鸟儿展翅欲飞,兔子蹦蹦跳跳。岸边的小孩吵着闹着要回家。 (a) At the dusk of falling leaves, it is only with the lateness and the cold that it can be matched with it. The snowy heart can only be accompanied by loneliness and loneliness. Drums and bells, the ruthless years gradually vanished the glory of the past. The sun is bloody, and the red blood slowly flows through the stigma of shame. Dingdong Dingdong, a wind blowing. Copper bells under the horns, like halo ripples, spread outward. Whirling, only to return to the wings, across the sky, the sun-clad cloud screen like broken silk, the air gap echoed with the sun shattered voice. The birds are flying and the rabbits are jumping. The children on the shore clamored to go home.