Sad sentences at dusk

1, it's dusk. The setting sun is on the mountain, and the lake mixed with fish scales and waves looks so soft and lingering. In this bleak background, the willow leaves have also become silent, and the fish in the water are more tactfully entangled. I like dusk, not only because it has beautiful pictures, but also because it cherishes sadness.

2. Summer hides too much confusion and blooms too much richness. Just like the evening sky after the rain, large tracts of pearls, yellow roses, red hills and Yun Lan surge in it, as if the abrupt rouge was smeared on a gloomy face, with bleak beauty.

When the sun rushes to the horizon unhurriedly, the busy day is ready to end. As for this time, is it dusk near sunset? Or buried in the coming night, in order to see the sun, for all his glory? Maybe only boring me will go back and think about this boring problem. But I know how bleak the sunset in winter is. Occasionally, the cry of Western jackdaw in the west adds a lot of color to this winter, and a little desolation quickly climbs to my heart. The cold wind rolled up dead branches and leaves in the air, looking ferocious and helpless.

4. Miluo River never wrote, but who was heartbroken for? A few lines of bright moonlight books, singing low on the lips, are full of smooth acacia on rice paper between the lines. You are very sad, very sad. A thousand words are just for you to watch and recite Li Sao. I will wait for you to return to your hometown alone. Don't sing Fu too bleak. The moonlight on the river is like a lonely person who enjoys painters. Describe your dream. Love words are wrapped around your palm for a long time, but you don't know where to send them. The years have passed. The sadness of rolling down the river is waiting for you to salvage, but you can't see the other side of the river. I'm waiting for you to go back to your hometown, burn a furnace of incense and miss the sound of walking beams, pear blossoms and playing the piano. Who is the sadness at dusk, like the moonlight on the river, who is narcissism? Describe your dream.

5. Yu Guangzhong's lonely Hu Qin, a blind fortune teller, lengthened the afternoon, and there was no customer in the streets; He hugged Hu Qin again and complained to the dusk: You can only get lonely after a day's walk! He can clearly tell the fate of others, but he draws his own destiny: a girl will spend the rest of her life with him, and a cane will taste the ups and downs of his life! Author: Yu Guangzhong Source: Blind Fortune Teller

6. The story of the flower season, like a sad melody, falls on the sentimental fingertips and bounces loneliness into the famine year. I am paranoid about remembering, thinking about missing, thinking about sinking, thinking about mourning again, overlapping countless heartache, thinking about disaster in the green ring for a long time, looking at the bright moon, losing my cheeks. Youth flying by bike can't finish talking in the depths of the world of mortals, and yellow rain falls on the wet heart under the buttonwood tree next season. If possible, I would like to stand at the top of the city and look at the lights, imagining the stories under each light, either romantic or bleak, until the breeze blows my hair, misty rain blurs my eyes, and the sadness of the flower season can no longer cover my thin body. This vicissitudes of life can probably be warmed by scattered lights.