Can you create a poem with the theme of "dusk" and show it on the title?

Text/Shu Yuzhu

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The distant figure gradually disappeared into the dusk smoke,

Too late to turn yellow,

At that intersection,

Stretch the willow branches.

I gently picked up the green dream,

Dear people, do you know how I can calm my inner melancholy in one sentence?

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The sky is blue and gray and foggy.

Your footsteps will not visit again in humble words.

My heart, has been dizzy by you,

Now you, my affection has gone away.

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Dim eyes,

Looking back, the wheat fields are scattered, but there is wheat fragrance.

When I flew from the field, I was in my prime.

Lead has been washed away, and your tenderness is beyond your grasp.

My hometown,

When I hurried past you, I became a lonely traveler wandering in a foreign land.

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A large group of ideas come from the bottom of my heart.

Shout clear tears, but not the original appearance.

When my heart wants to walk beside you,

Only to find that I wrote this story,

Memory is incomplete and exists in another form.

On this desolate ferry,

Waiting for the sunset to return. ...

Actually, it's very close.

Text/Shu Yuzhu

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The setting sun falls on the western hills with that piety,

An old song,

Those smells bear a heavy burden in memory.

I accepted the storm with a smile,

Keep pace with the beat and eliminate the glimpse outside my world.

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A small move,

Occupy my sight.

Imagination, deep feelings for the land,

I kissed,

Every road you've taken.

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The breeze blows my skirt,

Listen carefully,

The sound of everything reviving.

Keep your eyes on the sky,

Then I thought of you,

It's been almost five years, and I'm surprised.

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Can't express, and no longer express Qian Fan in the world.

In fact, time always reminds itself,

Don't forget your life,

This is from my parents. Although they are gone,

In fact, it's always been close. ...

Left us an indelible landscape.

June 7(th), 2020

homesickness

Text/Shu Yuzhu

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Ponds in the country,

A wave of clear water overflowed with the wind,

The plane trees on the roadside are still the same.

Accustomed to enjoying this quiet time,

In the evening, look at the splendor of the western hills.

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I stood on the wide road,

People come and go.

The evening breeze brings a little coolness,

In the sigh, the cycle of life is finally alone.

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The fragrance of spring disappeared from the ridge,

The beautiful makeup of the past,

Give birth to a lot of pictures,

And these visions can't hide the desire of the soul.

A touch of melancholy, the wind and smoke gently dragged down,

Knowing that time and tide wait for no man, the good times will not last long,

But still as proud as the first green leaf in spring.

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The wheat fields are golden,

A belief that ravines are rooted in the depths of the soul,

There are many people and many things,

Just like the instant light after the fireworks bloom,

But it can't light up the past days.

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Inadvertently, the world of mortals is bustling,

Can't find the direction of reunion,

White hair in the hair is a sign of time.

The world is full of ups and downs, but your heart is full of affection.

Gently close the last heart window,

I collect old sentences that never stop circulating.

At noon on June 4, 2020.

Circulation time will not delay me.

Text/Shu Yuzhu

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Like clouds and water in the sunset,

Comfortable and quiet.

I use ordinary simplicity to render the old life.

The wind messed up my mind,

Let me recall the vague past again.

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Play a silent tune,

Let nature ferry the soul.

I still have a little miss in my heart,

In the three stacks and nine compromises, it will be warmed up very late.

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A passionate relationship,

Beautiful music, soothing lingering,

Like running water, like the breeze on the earth,

Free rolling,

And the smile from the bottom of my heart reflects the world.

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I love all the scenery here in a simple way.

Rough green onions,

Slope after slope, a piece of debris dissipates and comes back,

Treat me in this way,

The circulation time will not be delayed for me.

In the afternoon of June 1 2020.

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The long river is full of red sunset,

Wan Li's heart is surging.

How many heroes have there been since ancient times,

Suddenly, poetry sang.

two

Looking at the sunset in the distance,

The beautiful scenery was dyed red.

I like to listen to the fisherman's singing and flying.

Venus shines in the water palace.

Xishan sunset red,

The smoke in the village is very thick.

Tired birds perched in the forest,

The secluded path belongs to the farmer.