走馬看花 （40）

花影搖曳夢中畫， 走馬路上心如麻， 一瞬之間如詩話， 風起時光輕瀟灑。 雲煙繚繞山水間， 眨眼繁華已成殘， 握不住的如沙散， 腳步聲響心未安。 走馬看花過春秋， 回眸皆是無盡愁， 笑中帶淚也不休， 人生如戲怎解憂。 長路漫漫誰為伴， 前方未知步履難， 一顆初心無須換， 風霜過後仍燦爛。 紅塵千丈似輕煙， 過眼繁華一瞬間， 執筆寫下未完成， 這段故事難遮掩。 (Flower shadows sway in a dream’s embrace, Riding the road, my heart feels misplaced. In a fleeting moment, verses take flight, Time drifts freely with the rising light. Mist entwines the rivers and hills, Blink once—splendor fades, time distills. Like sand slipping through my grasp, Footsteps echo with unease amassed. Through passing seasons, I glimpse in vain, Every glance filled with endless pain. A smile mixed with tears remains, Life's a play—who soothes its strain? A long road stretches, who walks beside? Ahead unknown, yet forward strides. A steadfast heart need never trade, After storms, its brilliance won't fade. Worldly dust hangs like mist so light, Moments of grandeur vanish from sight. I write the lines still left untold, A story too deep to withhold.)