白天还是姿态万千的沅水,这会儿只单纯成一片亮丽的白带了。落日的余辉竟无法将自己的玫瑰红敷上水面,稍稍改变水的白亮。在天空的幕布上,那棵古树遮盖下的江东古寺,现出清晰的轮廓,落日现在似乎散尽了它的光,缩作一块血红的圆盘,静静孤悬。空气吸纳了水的凉气,被河风吹送着。落日残有的热量显得无足轻重了。对河而言,杨军波已经站了几个小时。如以肉眼看来,那一枚落日是静悬的。但他知道,它分明是一点一点地下坠着,一如眼前的沅水,看似一河凝脂,却是昼夜不止的流淌。逝者如斯夫。杨军波胸中止不住突涌了一股苍凉之气…… During the day or a gesture of Yuanshui, at this moment simply into a beautiful leucorrhea. Afterglow of the setting sun can not actually apply their own rose red on the water, a little change in the white water. On the curtain of the sky, the ancient temple under the old tree covered a clear outline. Now it seems that the sunset has dissipated its light, and the red disc has been reduced to a quiet lone figure. The air absorbs the cool air and is blown by the river. The sun’s remnants of heat seem insignificant. For the river, Yang Junbo has stood a few hours. As the naked eye, that one sunset is static. However, he knew that it clearly fell down little by little, just like Yuen Shui in front of him. It seemed like a river was pouring fat, but it circulated more and more day and night. The dead, such as Si Fu. Yang Jun wave chest could not stop the sudden surge of desolate air ...