薄暮蒙蒙,冷风低吟。坐在书桌前,窗外已是漆黑的一片。透过深邃的夜色,随着晚风拂来的阵阵寒意,是冬至已至的消息。冬至是一年中,白天最短而夜晚最长的日子。夜晚总是属于两个人的浪漫和一个人的孤单,在冬至已至的夜晚里,我是孤独的一员。梳理心绪,细数那些缤纷的过往和动人的缠绵,执笔在手,总也写不尽满怀的想念;一树一菩提,一叶一如来,一花一天堂,双手握无限,在冬至已至的季节里,松开双手,我握住的依旧只有心中纷繁的想念……我用尽所有的努力,掰 Twilight, cold whisper. Sitting at the desk, the window is dark. Through the deep night, with the breeze blowing breeze, is the news of the winter solstice. The winter solstice is the shortest day and the longest night of the year in a year. Night always belongs to two people’s romance and one’s loneliness, I was a lonely member in the late winter solstice. Grooming mood, breakdown of those colorful past and touching lingering, writing in hand, always write endlessly full of miss; a tree a Bodhi, a leaf like a flower, a paradise, both hands unlimited, in the winter solstice has been to The season, release your hands, I still hold the hearts of the numerous miss ... ... I exhausted all efforts, breaking