Recalling the dusk of the spring breeze Buddha face, all recall the lonely past after the cold, on the long road of life, a few ups and downs, a few storms, the sunset sky is only the shadow of dusk, can not forget yesterday's spring breeze.

Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, the traces of the past can be faintly found, and it is no longer possible to find the perched forest of the past, spreading the feathers and flying in the sky, letting the stars shine on the long road, I don't know where the end is, where is the destination.

Chapter 095 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Prose poems The past is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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