“古道西风瘦马,夕阳西下,断肠人在天涯。”西风和着夕阳,将这首诗吹进了我的脑海。今天已经是星期六,我终于又可以回到阔别六天的家了!初冬的阳光飞逝,像箭一样向着地平线射去。路上已经没有多少人了,只有一个我骑着自行车被西风鞭策着,被家召唤着,夕阳催促着我孤长的影子向东行去,行去…… “The ancient road West wind thin horse, sunset, broken heart people in the horizon. ” West wind and sunset, this poem was blown into my mind. Today is already Saturday. I can finally return to my home six days later! The early winter sunshine is flying and I shoot like an arrow towards the horizon. There are not many people on the road. Only one of them was whipped by the West Wind on a bicycle and was summoned by the family. The setting sun urged me to walk eastwards with my solitary shadow.