我曾经见过一场似乎无尽的夕阳,它隔了很多辗转的世事年华,藏在了我儿时的梦中,落在了旧里的秋千、滑梯架上。它已令我遥不可及,然而不论过去了多久,外界又如何变迁,当时那一片橙红色的落霞残照却总在我心头涂抹不掉。仿佛成为了一个永生的烙印,纵然十几载的时间已冲得它恍若隔世,我却总能真真切切地感触到那一天、那一月的夕阳,柔柔地落在我的身上。三岁的时候,我住在姥姥家。那是一个很老很旧的院子,有着一排排红色低矮的楼房, I have seen a seemingly endless sunset, it separated a lot of worldly affairs, hidden in my childhood dream, fell on the old swing, slide shelf. It has made me out of reach, but no matter how long ago, how the outside world changes, when a piece of reddish orange sunset still can not afford to smear my heart. Seems to have become a brand of eternal life, even if more than a dozen of the time it has rushed it introspective, but I always really feel that day, that January sunset, softly on my body. When I was three, I lived in my grandmother’s house. It is a very old and very old yard, with rows of red low building,