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秋渐尽,冬隐约。荷已残,雨淋淋。在深秋的清冷里,泡一杯热茶,听一首歌。岁月遥远荒凉,仿佛从未开始,又仿佛早已结束。以无尽的姿态遥望着,有些疲倦。一朵花,从绽放到枯萎,用四季的时间,完成一次生命的轮回。盛,是一种艳,枯,更是一种美。生命的盛宴不只是热热闹闹的灯红酒绿,也是曲尽人散后的独自沉静。留一茎残荷,听雨。听秋声。听生命的离歌。那一茎残荷,是不散的秋阴,是飞霜的晚,是一切重归轮回的无言。
Fall gradually, winter faint. Has been disabled, the rain. In the late autumn cold, soak a cup of hot tea, listen to a song. Years distant desolate, as if never before, but also seems to have ended. Looking endlessly, some tired. A flower, from blooming to withered, with four seasons, to complete a life cycle. Sheng, is a kind of Yan, dry, but also a beauty. The feast of life is not just the vivid red and green, but also the melodious quiet after all. Leave a stem residue, listen to the rain. Listen to autumn sound. Listen to the life of the song. That stem residual load, is not scattered autumn shade, is the frost of the night, everything is reincarnated silent.