日渐西斜的夕阳把我的身影拉长,然而我不愿合上手捧的书, 将一份千古的悲哀因日暮而拒之于心门之外。眼前这份朦胧,愈加真切,愈加在心中浮动,吟唱自古不变的哀思……悲杜甫满脸皱纹刻满了你心中的愁苦,满目的血丝诉说着你悲国的忧叹,稀疏的白发,不胜的发簪,就是你三千年烦恼的写照。一览 The sunset at the west slopes stretches my figure. However, I do not want to close the book with my hand, and reject an age-old mourning that was rejected by my heart. In front of me, this is more and more true, and I feel more and more buoyant in my heart. I sing sincerely in the face of sadness... Sadness and myriad wrinkles are filled with the sadness in your heart, and my bloodshot eyes tell you the sadness of my sad country, sparse gray hair. The undeniable worry is a portrayal of your three thousand years of trouble. At a glance