湖畔回望
已是傍晚，太阳落山。四周渐渐暗下来。
我转身准备离开。
走出几步，又忍不住回头。对岸的残霞还未散尽，碧蓝与淡金交织，在微光粼粼的湖面上缓缓流动。
远岸只剩一片朦胧的暗影。
风从湖面吹来，我捂紧衣领。
余霞——
回头一望
湖风过
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