QQ伤感日志写给自己的忧伤是谁在深夜里默默地提问

窗外的风，轻轻地吹拂着落叶，仿佛在诉说着一段离别的故事。站在窗前，我不禁想起那句诗：“千树万树秋得意，不知何处是故乡。”这份淡淡的忧伤，让人难以言喻。

我低头望向天空，那片蔚蓝 seemed so distant, yet so close. It was as if the sky itself was weeping for me, silently whispering words of comfort in my ear. But I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, a sense of longing that I couldn't quite explain.

The wind rustled through the leaves, creating a symphony of sound that echoed through my mind. It was as if the trees themselves were speaking to me, telling me stories of love and loss, of joy and sorrow. And yet, despite the beauty of it all, I couldn't shake off this feeling of melancholy that had taken hold within me.

I walked over to my desk and picked up an old book by Guo Jingming. The title read "悲伤顺流成河," and as I opened it up again after many years since last reading it...