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    红彤彤的映满了天空，

    西北的土地,

    粗旷神秘安静,                                                                        舞动的皮筋，

    黄昏中的炊烟,                                                                        跳动的马尾，

    归家的羊群,                                                                            年轻的身形，

    咩咩声透过耳际,                                                                    黄昏成为最好的背景色。

    掀起一阵尘土,

    牧童的口哨声,                                                                        归来的归来，

    划过山谷,                                                                                归去的归去。

    继而开始宁静.                                                                        待，

    山野、暮色、乌雀，                                                              一切静了，

    扑棱棱的翅膀声。                                                                夜幕拉开，

    乡间道上，                                                                            黄昏走过。

    偶尔几声粗犷的喊声，

    几句闲聊，

    粗石凳上喝口闲茶。

    树洞里，水渠旁，

    藏着猫猫，

    那些关于青春的诗歌，总是经久不衰。少年的心境在四季里缓缓的流淌。秋天的到来，多少感伤，微凉的风里，颤抖的手指，写下简单的文字


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