The city at dusk
By Zengzili


Looking at the sunset,
do not give up with the setting sun
down to the mountain,
the clouds are not moving,
thick together, the mountain,
which the setting sun has stood,
its look,the figure of the great,
as if far away, gradually mold the summit.

The Lights in the towers, it's dusk.
Someone has the headlights hit the near-light,
a flash, the passing rosy clouds greened the flowers.

The road side of the game gathered two circles,
chess-watchers, the mood was plated at dusk, look different.
The children back home carrying heavy school bags,
small pendant jingling shake,
sound, into the charming of the sunset.

A pair of young lovers walking hand in hand,
eyes, passing an orange first kiss.

The heart of the city is beginning to come alive.




黄昏的城市
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望着晚霞，不舍随夕阳落下山去
云也不飘动了，浓浓的合在一起
那座山，夕阳曾站立过的，神态
伟岸的身影，仿佛遥不可及的
遥远，逐渐模糊的巅峰

高楼里的灯光，黄昏一片
有人已将车灯打到近光灯，一闪
而过去的霞染的花绿色

马路边的棋局聚了二圈
观棋者，心情被黄昏镀过
神色不一。归家的娃儿们背着
沉沉的书包，小挂件叮当的摇晃
响声，融入晚霞的晓韵中

一对小恋人手拉手逛街，眼眸
传递着一个橙色的初吻

城市的心，开始活跃起来了

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