结束了一天的工作 ,迎着晚霞余辉 ,可以独自享受一份寂静、清闲感觉 ,可就在一个夕阳西下的时刻 ,我的心却留下了永远的愧疚。那是一个初秋的夜晚 ,夏的最后一声惊雷将我从睡梦中惊醒 ,在我的眼前猛的浮现出一位老人乞求的双眼 ,还有那裂痕斑斑的双手。我想起来了 ,她正是下哨 End of the day’s work, facing the sunset afterglow, you can enjoy a quiet, leisurely feeling, but in a sunset time, my heart has left a permanent guilt. It was a late autumn night, the final thunder of summer awakened me from my sleep, before my eyes fiercely emerged an old man begging for eyes, as well as the fissured hands. I remember, she is a whistle