夕阳,收敛起最后一丝光彩——暮色下的乡村抹去了鲜明的光泽,只留下一片幽深怅然的剪影,晚归的紫燕精灵般地在昏暗中画出些呢喃的虚线。我拿起那只尘封已久的风车,向着远方跑去……小时候,父母打工在外,祖母成了我唯一可以依靠的亲人。祖母用一只粗短的木棒,编织起一扇四叶风车,编织起我那美丽的童年……每个日落黄昏,我总会和祖母出现在那 Sunset, the convergence of the last trace of luster - the countryside under the twilight erase the bright luster, leaving only a deep sense of loss of silhouette, the late return of Purple Elf elf in the dark to draw some murmuring dotted line. I picked up the long, dusty windmill and headed for a distance ... When I was a child, my parents worked outside and my grandmother became the only one I could rely on. My grandmother used a stubby wooden stick to weave a four-leafed windmill and knit up my beautiful childhood ... Every evening at sunset, I always appear with my grandmother