The afternoon sun

It is so bright and dazzling. It is proud but not arrogant, arrogant but not ignorant, sharp but not sharp, noble but not arrogant, giving people the feeling of always sacrosanct. I like it, because only it can give me real warmth.

When the first ray of sunshine in the early morning sprinkled down, as in Wonderland, as hazy, vague, like in the veil, like flying like dancing, very nice. But it is not as good as the afternoon sun, the afternoon sun let a person have the power to make people feel that it is just, mesmerizing. Afternoon sunlight and like a blessed oil painting, golden light sprinkled on the leaves, light reflection back, as if the gold as dazzling.

When the sun goes down in the west, will always leave people a kind of reluctance, the last ray of sunlight reflected in the sky on the clouds, colorful, like fire, like flowers, like stars. But the afternoon sun is more like the dust of the pearl, dazzling exception, the light is revealed. I like it, because it is not only dazzling, not only just, but also because anything only after it will become brave and strong.

The water in the pond ripples, the afternoon sun gradually weakened, when I want to catch it, but it has been fleeting, I regret, but more hope, look forward to tomorrow more unbeatable afternoon sun.