傍晚,夕阳西下。如血般的残阳静静伫立在天边,久久不肯离开,仿佛在哀悼又一天的逝去。明天就是毕业的日子了,似水流年,所有的一切都将画上一个完满却悲伤的句号。不想离别亦是不想长大,渺小的愿望在心底微弱地呐喊,是那么苍白无力。但谁又能阻止时间的脚步呢?步履沉重地走向车站,世界仿佛在这一刻静止,唯独剩下被遗弃的我缓缓向前。旧日熟悉的道路今天似乎变了样。时间像一个尽职的运动员,飞快地向终点 Evening, sunset west. Standing like a blood of blood standing quietly on the horizon, a long time refused to leave, as if mourn another day’s passing. Tomorrow is the day of graduation, fleeting, everything will be painted a full but sad end. Do not want to leave is also do not want to grow up, the small wish to weakly cry in my heart is so pale and weak. But who can stop the footsteps of the time? Walking heavily toward the station, the world seems to be at this moment still, but the remaining abandoned I slowly forward. The familiar road to the old days seems to have changed. Time is like a due diligent athlete, hurrying to the finish line