夕阳洒下了最后一抹余晖,仿佛是那被打翻了的葡萄酒,让整个世界都沉浸在微微的醉意之中。晚风轻轻地拂过我的脸,我微闭双眸,面对窗外的车水马龙,静静地享受着繁华尘世中仅存的一丝宁静。时间仿佛停了下来。当我从这份宁静中自拔,太阳已然落下山头,一切都沉寂了下来,似乎静止了一般。可人们似乎总是渴望光,渴望明亮。一盏灯亮了,两盏灯,三盏灯……世界又亮了,一切又热闹起来了。 The sunset shed the last touch of aftertaste, as if it was knocked over the wine, so that the whole world are immersed in the slightly intoxicated. Breeze gently brush my face, I micro-eyes closed, the face of busy traffic outside the window, quietly enjoy the bustling world of only a trace of tranquility. Time seems to stop. When I escaped from this tranquility, the sun was already set on the hill, everything was silent and seemed to be still. People seem to always want to light, longing for bright. A light is on, two lights, three lights ... The world is bright again, everything is up again.