秋夜一痕涼,暮色幾縷殤。不想迷茫,卻心字發燙。庭前的木籬笆,河岸枯黃的蒹葭,都是素色,就像憂傷開出寂寞的花朵,總是有些難過。秋風濺起心裏的涼意,一幕一幕的回憶,落在掌心裏,沒有了驚喜,刺痛卻清晰成紋理。當戲臺上的鑼聲敲起,我舞動水袖,你在…
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