Rewrite Tianjin Sha Qiu Si into a 200-word essay.

One autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind was blowing hard and the leaves were flying; On the roadside, on the old tree wrapped with dead vines, birds have returned to their nests and crowed from time to time; Not far away, people are preparing dinner and cooking cigarettes in a sparse bungalow next to a small bridge and flowing water. At this time, a man was walking slowly on the ancient road alone with a thin horse. It seems that this is a stranger. Where will he live? After such preparation, the author vividly revealed the theme of the work: a stranger glanced at the sunset that was about to sink in the west and could not help but sigh: "heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

At dusk, a crow was on an old tree with dead vines, and returned to its nest at dusk. The flying sand rolled over the town. A figure appeared at the end of the ancient road in the town, leading a hungry and tired thin horse. No, you shouldn't say that. It should be said that the thin horse led him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes have long lost the light of the past, replaced by confusion and hesitation. The river is sparkling in the sunset, and the cabins of several families are small but particularly warm. Then he thought of that home, that big house; Thought of food, a table of delicious food; I will still think of my mother ... when I think of my mother, his long-lost tears cross my face.

He didn't want to think, and he didn't dare to think.

He was tired and fell on this end of the bridge; He is sleepy. He wants to sleep for a while, just for a while. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.

The wind blew, took his soul and flew back to the home he dreamed of going back every night. ...

Autumn is coming, and the west wind is blowing hard. For some time, I have been taking a horse on a long journey. Looking at the skinny and tired horse, a faint sadness passed through my heart.

An old tree beside me, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, is intertwined, covered with scabs and twisted branches. Dead vines wrapped around it. The crow stood on the top of the almost bare tree, screaming. Several leaves on the tree trembled in the autumn wind. The leaves on the ground were blown by the wind and circled around the roots. "Alas, the fallen leaves have returned to their roots!" "I feel a burst of sadness in my heart, and this sadness seems to be getting stronger and stronger. It's nearly dusk, and a touch of sunset shines on the top of the tree. People's laughter came faintly in the distance. There seems to be running water flashing in the sunset under the bridge in front of the door. How warm it is! But it made my deep homesickness stronger.

I stood by the ancient road and let the wind blow my sleeve. When will the wandering wanderers end their days of eating, drinking and having fun and return to their relatives in their hometown? I played the flute gently. Under the setting sun, sad notes seem to be shining water, carrying my homesickness and drifting away. ...