品一杯花茶,听一支淡漠的曲子,天色彤红,渐渐暗了下来,几只归鸟扑腾着翅膀飞过视野。孤寂总是如期而至,拖沓着沉重的迟暮之声,刺透那无可奈何的班驳碎影……我抱着沉重的书本,走进狭小而幽深的弄巷,在转角处看见唐柯落寞的身影被昏暗的路灯拽得很长。擦身而过时心里隐隐落下哀叹。故作陌生地走过,他瞬间闪 A cup of herbal tea, listening to a piece of indifferent music, the sky is red, and gradually dim down, a few birds fluttering wings to fly through the field of vision. Loneliness always arrived on schedule, dragging heavy sounds of lateness, piercing through the shattered shadows of helplessness... I held a heavy book, walked into a narrow and deep lane, and saw Tang Ke’s desolate figure at the corner. Dimly lit street lights. Wiping down and passing out of my heart lamented laments. Pretending to pass strangely, he instantly flashes