The light shone into my heart so warmly that I couldn't help being fascinated by it. On the horizon in the distance, the sun is about to set, and the sunset glow in the western sky is dancing with colorful scarves.
Golden grass is everywhere. The evening breeze blew, and a bunch of green bristlegrass shook a lyric poem at dusk. There are also paragraphs describing the sunset scenery.
At dusk, a crescent moon rises quietly, and around it, there are still a few stars that emit faint light. Evening has passed and the night has already spread out.