那个初冬的周未，晚风轻吹 ，温暖如春 。
在高高的阳台上 ，面临广场，霓虹灯影尽收眼底 。一碟花米 、几缕晚风，聊以佐酒 ，浅尝轻啜。淡红色的酒液，在杯中暗香浮动，有如脚边那一丛怒放的小白菊 ，如此沉静而晶莹。轻言慢语间，一瓶微酸带甜的蓝莓酒渐渐见底 。人生路上，你我同好 ，偶尔爱抬头望月，喜低头赏花。偷得浮生半日闲，或小酌几杯，或品茗 ，或读书，我们曾经有过多少梦想，希望有朝一日漫步在江南雨巷 ，穿上我们最爱的旗袍，举着复古的油纸伞。期望可以在辽阔的草原，纵马奔驰……赏阅天下美景 ，尽揽大好河山，多么羡慕古人踏雪寻梅、寒江独钓，那份诗意 ，那种闲逸，真名士自风流啊 。
The week of the first winter, the late wind blew, warm as spring.
This winter is in the spring, the moisture is overflowing, and the room inside and outside is full of water. Sea Breeze is blown from the south, and winter seems to have forgotten us. Fortunately, there is a bottle of wine, a bottle of blueberry wine; fortunately there is one you, a leisurely, you.
On the high balcony, facing the square, the neon shadow is full of eyes. A disc flower rice, a few night winds, talk about it, and taste it. Light red liquor floats in the cup, there is a white chrysanthemum like the feet, so quiet and crystal. Bright blog, a bottle of microic acid with sweet blueberry wine gradually see. On the road, you and me, occasionally love to look up, and happy to enjoy the flowers. Stealing a half-day leisure, or a few cups, or taste, or reading, we have had more dreams, I hope to walk in Jiangnan Yu Lane, put on our favorite cheongsam, and lift the retro oil paper umbrella. It is expected to be in a vast grassland, the horses, Mercedes-Benz ... enjoy the beauty of the world, how to make a good river mountain, how envious the ancient people are looking for the plum, the cold river is alone, the poetic, the kind of leisure, the real name is from the wind.
The wine is moving, and it is unwaffled. A cup of red wine, sigh, life is like a sea, people like a light boat, waiting for the waves, is already a sunset evening.
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