Sunset, more and more down, dense the whole sky. That is a touch of gray-white light, but in that beautiful orange-red, pure white, bright elegant yellow, and even a little light purple in the sky under the cover, become soft for a few minutes. The tip of the nose vaguely around some of the aroma, rich and exudes the vigor of the newborn, can not shake off.
Through this more and more distorted light, the sunset is plain and simple. Just like that aroma shrouded, spread around, the center of the diffusion, in the deeper and deeper passing time, actually become more and more solid, not the slightest see the imminent collapse of the color.
Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, but why not see a little sad and lonely shadow?
Throwing the pen and looking up at the moment, the room is full of light. Through the bright glass window, see the infinite dusk in the distance of the tile gray buildings and near a few rows of tall poplar trees, decorated with so brilliant and dashing, in the past in the green and white sunshine seen under the dull, monotonous, even snow-like scattered, leaving a room of osmanthus fragrance.
A touch of sunset condenses the west, curls of light smoke dyeing dusk. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
And look at the dusk is dull and gloomy, but why is this autumn wind under the dusk, everywhere only see the newborn tender vigor, gloomy faint vitality, soft and lingering ageless vitality?
But I have not seen that should exist in the sadness and loneliness of the light and sadness.
Well, yes, even if there is, that is also left in the summer of yesterday's curtain.