10月19日晴一棵垂柳静卧在水中,我把它想象成你写诗的模样。轻捷的木桨拨开天水的一色,溅起层层涟漪,为你美丽的人生拉开帷幕。捧读晨曦中你悠闲的剪影,是清风唯一的乐趣;聆听黄昏时你凄清的浅唱低吟,是月亮唯一的享受;默念落叶上你脱俗的诗句,是孤雁唯一的温馨。你把“一种相? On October 19th, a weeping willow was lying in the water and I imagined it as a poem. The light wooden paddles pluck out the colors of Tianshui, splashing layers of layers to open the curtain for your beautiful life. It is the only pleasure of the breeze to sing and read your leisurely silhouette in the morning light. Listening to the shallow sings and whispers that you made clear at dusk is the only enjoyment of the moon. It is the sole warmth of solitude to meditation on your refined verses in the fallen leaves. You put "a kind of phase?