夕阳笼罩了沈城,将万物染上了半是金黄半是绯红的颜色。光晕在我的眼前随着脚步不断闪烁,竟在流离中组成一系列光圈,使这条家门口的小路增添了一份暖意。我踏着碎絮的杂草,突然听到一声呼唤,回头却不见有人,除了我那黑色的伙伴。我一年级那会儿没有朋友,最是喜欢坐在偌大的操场上,抱着双膝,痴迷地望着天空,或是呆呆地低头站着,心里想些奇怪的事。这时没人陪我,除了影子。它与我一样,只是离我远一些,也是孤独地抱膝坐着,孤单而坚强地望着小小一片天空。我看见它,就像看到 The setting sun shrouded the city of Shen, all things are half stained golden half is crimson color. As the flickering glow in front of me made a series of apertures in the stream, adding a warmth to the path of this house. I marched broken weeds, suddenly heard a cry, no one looked back, except my black partner. My first year there was no friend at the moment, most like sitting in a big playground, holding his knees, obsessively looking at the sky, or staring dumbfounded, thinking something strange. No one was here with me, except for the shadow. It is just like me, just far away from me, but also sitting alone with both knees, lonely and strong looking at a small sky. I saw it, just like I saw it