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仍向往着劲风中的旅行,马踏枯黄,沧桑的落日是你最后的城。往日的辉煌遮挡不住你的行程,挥洒不尽的热血与雄壮,还有那歌唱不尽的深沉与渺茫。头顶是天,身边有 风,撞击着胸膛的感觉是压抑不住的冲动与激情。风沙如歌 穿越生命的天空,以一种形式代替另一种形式的述说。人 不轻狂枉少年,就像迎接挑战的冲动,你知道自己不应沉 默于平凡。纵然路边春光无限,可是你却无心于这一种呼 唤,因为眼下早己不是一方平静的天。
Still longing for the wind travel, horse riding yellow, the vicissitudes of life is your last city. Past glory can not block your journey, endless energy and majestic, as well as that singing endless deep and slim. Head is the sky, surrounded by the wind, hit the chest feeling is irresistible impulse and passion. Wind and sand through the sky of life, to replace one form of the other to say. People are not flirting with juveniles, just like the urge to meet the challenge, you know you should not be silent on the ordinary. Even though the roadside spring has unlimited light, you are unmindful of this kind of call because now is not the calm day of one side.