1, the buds generally silent waiting, the sunset generally distant attention, may hide a heavy ocean, but flow out, just two teardrops.
2. Walking in the red sunset of my hometown, in the glitter of the setting sun, the faces of my relatives and the memories of my childhood imprinted in my heart are unforgettable.
3. The sky is gradually darkening. With the setting sun sinking, in a noise, the night came silently, in front of the transparent and clean window glass descended. At this moment, the window, because of the darkness of the night, in the park dim lamps appear hazy.
4. Kissing the sunset, love overflowing tender eyes; look at the four fields of peace, passion flying on the verse; listen to the Yellow River gurgling, loaded with countless history of suffering; watch the river sand sink, how many memories accumulated.
5. In the evening, the setting sun wants to fall. Looking at the big red ball of fire only showing half of the smile, the blue sky with a large beautiful fire clouds, to give them a more beautiful and beautiful clothes.
6, home is the sunset when the birds can fly tired resting place, is the wind and rain wild leaks can be mercy of the weak fish hiding place, is the overseas traveler day and night dreaming of a mother's gentle smile place.
7, the sunset gradually disappeared, the night came, the night fog covered the earth. The stars in the sky are reflected in the creek, such as millions of points of fireflies flickering. Everything is quiet.
8, see, that a white and yellow clouds, one after another to the sunset organized into a gold and red down jacket, not long, and then into red, the sun dressed like a princess. Overlooking the river, a remnant of the sun like an arrow shot to the water, like countless fish jumping.
9, the setting sun slowly fell down the mountain, the sky full of red haze, as if the heavenly maiden scattered a red dress.
10, I leisurely roamed the afternoon, until the sunset kissed the western mountains, the red turtledove bird's song to call my mind back.
11, looking at the dusk, feel the dusk, let my melancholy heart again and again in the sunset to let go, the day gradually darkened, but I found that this time the sunset is more red, like the general fire, ah! Dusk, whether you do not admit defeat, even if they have not been the original luster, but also look forward to trying to wave their heart dreams.
12, gradually ebb tide, the sea returned to calm, in the sunset under the illumination of the sea so soft, the sea gives people so quiet, return to the ship breaking water forward, white gulls circling, pedestrians are also gradually leaving ......
13, I looked through the cracks of the pine forest, the sunset fell down, convergence of its glory. It collected its luster, then left the clouds behind and slipped to the horizon alone. The clouds can not take advantage of the sun's beautiful radiance to dress up their own, color from scarlet to pink, gradually dim down.
14, the sunset, the reddish clouds become the bride's red wedding dress.
15, the setting sun put away its last smile, the twilight gently drifted down, the night ground thick black wings gently covered the earth, everything is quiet, only the river in the clattering flow.
16, like to stand in the sunset, let it shine warmly on me, take a deep breath, as if you can smell the flavor of the sun, let a person's heart and mind, the spirit, always think, the sunset is the sun in the most beautiful time of the day, such as to be married to the maiden, graceful and elegant, pavilion, with love, smile like a flower.
17, the wind and sunny and good intentions, the setting sun, the piping and drumming a few boats back.
18, the setting sun slowly fell into the western sea. Bright moon now, like a bow and arrow hanging in the sky. Night, quietly came! The sky, changed, turned deep purple, like a purple jewel. The stars are blinking.
19, the setting sun The brilliant and beautiful shadow cast on the river surface wrinkled by the evening wind, scattered a large shiny, bright rose-red fine scales.
20, the snow stopped, the setting sun pushed the clouds gently away, spitting out a faint pink.
21, The setting sun seemed to roll in a golden-red haze of color before sinking behind the shadowy horizon. The reddish ball of fire flickered with golden edges and burst into two or three fiery sparks, so that the dark outlines of the distant woods suddenly emerged as continuous lines of light blue.
22, the setting sun next to the clouds of color change very much, a moment of lily color, a moment of gold, a moment of half purple and half yellow, a moment of half gray and half red, as long as you blink, and it has become a rosewood color, it is a colorful, ever-changing.
23, the furthest point of the Gobi rolling sand beams, in the sunset dye, as if it was framed by the golden waves of the sea. The reeds swaying in the evening wind are like sails stranded on the mudflats that didn't have time to weigh anchor and sail away. The poplar forest of Urho in late autumn will cut the setting sun into countless strands of gold, overlapping the golden dream of the brewing millennium!
24, over the village rising smoke, as if a girl wearing a white veil in the dance, in the light of the setting sun graceful.
25. Sitting in front of the window, the sunlight passes through the veil and becomes hazy and confused. Lift your eyes, see the beautiful sunset, all bloom light. Inadvertently, the setting sun silent record of our drops, with its sharp light, engraved in the sky in our life in the memory of the leakage, fill in the blanks.
26, tolerance is to meet the sun stormy sky; tolerance is to accommodate the fields of trees and grasses; tolerance is embedded in the night sky full of stars; tolerance is the sunset down a most brilliant red haze; tolerance is to bring the rain of the bright rainbow.
27, I dreamed of the Yellow River, the dream of the Yellow River is beautiful and magnificent funny and bold. The river bank is full of willows and wild grasses that don't reach the top of the head. When the sun sets, the beautiful afterglow falls on the surface of the river, sparkling very beautiful, like a poetic landscape sunset picture.
28, the colors of autumn are exceptionally different, yellow maple leaves, red pepper. Blue sky, sky high clouds, autumn rhyme lake, water clear and penetrating, autumn insects chirping, autumn cicadas chirping. Small bridges and flowing water, the setting sun is brilliant red. In this autumn afternoon, let your thoughts drift away, write down the poetry of autumn.
29, the beauty of Lake Taihu, the beauty of the lake water. Oars in the lake turning waves, fish and shrimp in the fishing net in the joy, fishermen in the sunset when singing a tune to close the net. The beauty of Taihu Lake, point into the picture.
30, the clouds reflecting the sunset, the sky flushed red as drunken, set off by the deepening twilight, the evening wind with the coolness of autumn, with the twilight layer of forests dipped, pieces of fallen leaves dancing with the wind, a kind of unspeakable beauty of the bleak, in my heart rose up. The shadow of the setting sun cast on the grass in front of the building, scattered all the way to the faint afterglow.
31, both sides of the tall poplar tree, branches and leaves are the setting sun on a layer of golden red.
32, thousands of white gulls in the gold foil like sunset shuttle flying, interwoven into a piece of loud melody, each white gull's wings are dragged with the blood-red flames of the setting sun, people for the dizzying fascination.
33, Whenever the sun is at the end of the mountain, the sunset will be through the clouds, like a million golden light, such as the sunshine, the sky white clouds dyed red, the earth mountains and rivers reflecting golden, as if the whole world in that moment have become a golden, passionate and unrestrained up.
34, the setting sun seems to steeply break from the horizon, noiselessly disappeared, opposite the mountain pass, only remains a blood red.
35, I love the smile, the early hours of the morning she buds weeping dew, like a young girl tears condensed stamen, Chu Chu touching; breeze she danced in the wind, graceful, and a kind of charming and charming humbug beauty; sunset she smiled to send the evening sun, and the sky is full of stars as a companion, the faint thoughts with the wind drifted far, far away ......
36, The early summer sunset sprinkled on the surface of the river, the afterglow of the sunset with the microwave ripples back and forth. A few fishing boats wandering on the river, and a few others resting on the shore, so it constitutes a beautiful painting.
37, a touch of red sunset light on the western mountains, blue blue sky floating with large white clouds, they are in the sunset under the reflection of the flame of the general red, if you look carefully, you will see that the clouds in the air fluttering, as in the gauzy dream, will make you away from the troubles of the troubled.
38, people say that the sunrise is the most beautiful, the sunrise is the sunset, when here After the sunset, the other side of the earth is the beautiful dawn. So I think the sunset is the most beautiful. Because every near dusk when the sun goes down the end of the mountain carefully, then in front of people's eyes to show a mysterious, beautiful and charming painting.
39, every near dusk, there is a thick heavy clouds coiled in the sky, the setting sun can only ride a little gap, bursting a strip of reddish-colored haze, like a sinking sea of swimming fish, the occasional roll of golden scales of light.
40, the setting sun in the west, the clouds put on a beautiful colorful dress.
41, a moment, the setting sun is about to fall into the ground, and the ground closer and closer, closer and closer ...... I know, this fascinating sunset will soon have to say goodbye to us, it is about to go to the other side of the earth, for the people there to bring a beautiful dawn.
42, childhood is the rising sun, old age is the sunset, the years are full of changing storm clouds. Ideal is the eternal north of life.
43, the sunset in the evening is just right. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Only a turn, look back, an inconspicuous spring flowers into the eyes, this is the spring I saw the first spring flowers.
44. The sunset seems to be a big, red, ripe apple, hanging high on the branch, the sky is dyed with brilliant colors. The sunset seems to be steeply broken on the horizon, disappeared without a sound, opposite the mountain pass, only remains a blood red.
45, the winding Great Wall, but like a beautiful snake, quietly crouching in the hot desert, stretching timeless, spiritual live fresh, is gradually under the setting sun by the pale yellow illusion into purple copper.
46, the autumn wind gradually, full of flying leaves fell to the soil. The setting sun will be gentle afterglow sprinkled on their bodies, leaves golden, blooming out the last light. That is the indelible scenery they left to the earth. Closing my eyes tightly, I suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, it turns into spring mud and protects the flowers even more." The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing.
47, when Sanlu embraced the stone and the river, when the king of Western Chu cut his own throat when the blood stained the entire sunset, when Prometheus naked body was pecked by a giant eagle, when the Laocoon twisted his body and still want to defend his son, the sad winds of history sent out bursts of sadness, but the end of their lives is so loud and powerful, thousands of years is still knocking at the hearts of the people, playing never low! The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and the second time I was a little girl!
48, whenever there is a fog, far away, the mountains are like a beautiful girl, to go to the ball, draped in a soft and beautiful gown; whenever the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun, for the mountains wiped on the faint red, and like a shy bride, let a person frequently look back, can not bear to leave.
49, raised his head to see the sunset, the sun seems to be millions of sharp swords, straight into my eyes, my tears are flowing out.
50, whenever there is a fog, look far away, the mountains are like a beautiful girl, to participate in the ball, draped in a soft and beautiful sarong; whenever the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun, for the mountains wiped on the faint red, and like a shy bride, so that people again and again memories, and can not bear to get out of it.
51, the light of the setting sun shrouds the fine veil, gusts of wind with the fragrance of flowers to you, give you a cozy early summer evening breeze, with the fragrance of jujube and moonflower, drifting into this simple and comfortable living room.
52, if there is no if, whether time will stay for us? I've seen the sunsets and heard the tides fall, all buried by time, and turned into a bubble.
53, the setting sun West, traveling people are gradually leaving, my mother and I reluctantly left the sea, when we turned back to look at the sea, the sunset has been the sea illuminated colorful, the sea to see the sunset that is a different taste. Passionate waves are still in the non-stop beat the silent coast, as if in a desperate attempt to retain the people who love the sea ......
54, less good learning, strong good for the old more than happy. When the morning sun put into the work, after the sunset to summarize the experience.
55, the setting sun has gradually away, to go down the side of the mountain, I stretched out my arms, want to embrace the sunset, I run in the direction of the sun down, want to keep its light, but the sunset is still farther and farther away from me, is my eyes can not see it place.
56, the years are scattered, the autumn water is long, decades of life journey, turn white head, wrongly said how many words of obsession, wrongly recognized how many troublesome home, the sunset old curtain bar, a sentence of Maitreya good.
57, I was a teenager swimming in the lake in my hometown, tireless; teenager I picked a lotus leaf on my head, against the scorching sun; teenager I was unwilling to go home under the setting sun, chased by my parents ......
58, my grandma old heart is not old, dress can be fashionable, in her words, called "The most beautiful thing is the sunset red".
59, the setting sun slowly sank, it seems to be afraid of evoking our infinite sadness, and chose to leave quietly. But this is only a short separation, tomorrow morning it will be back, will be another way back to our side.
60, there are many high-rise buildings on the shore, and the walls of several high-rise buildings are bright and shiny green glass spell. A little bit of light from the setting sun, the glass building into a golden color, looks like the sun so bright. The other buildings were no exception, illuminated by the sunset light as harshly as a sky covered in light.
61, not more than half an hour, the setting sun is next to the water, the orange-red afterglow illuminated the lake constantly shimmering. After a while, the setting sun began to retreat a little, she converged their gorgeous clothes, became more and more dim down, rose red face also returned to the original color, and seems to be a kind old man.
62, along with the sunset, the night is coming, at this moment only wish to be themselves, savor the sky overflowing with youthful charm, then want to bright moon when there? The moon in the sky belongs to me, with a starry decoration, water reflecting the moon, the heart of the sorrow, wish to be tears of longing, wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of *** Canyuanjuan.
63, Sunset West, strolling in the temple, listening to the deep and distant bells, feel the poet's feelings at the time of the fall of the scene, a different mood.
64, the setting sun to the earth sprinkled with golden light, the whole ancient city covered with a cicada-like golden veil, the earth covered with a mysterious color.
65, the setting sun, from the splendor of the light, from the colorful return to the pale, has poured out a day of love of the afterglow, unhindered sprinkled to the sea, sprinkled to the wilderness, sprinkled to the complex of my earnest eyes! Tonight, my soul can sleep with the afterglow of the setting sun in the hometown of the sea?
66, there is no sunset enterprise in the world, only backward and uninspired enterprises.
67, the sunset of the fire red gradually receded from the sky, a round of pink moon from the sky slowly floating into the night sky. The moon is like a graceful dancer, the dance is so quiet and virtuous, so beautiful that I had to be mesmerized, a deep love to look at her.
68. It is better not to fantasize about something when the sun is setting, but to work on it when the sun is rising.
69. In the evening, when the sun was setting, a group of children were playing in a small river. The river is planted with a row of tall willow trees, long willow branches caressing the water, the river from time to time came a burst of laughter like silver bells.
70, a piece of leaves gathered into a golden sea. The fiery red maple leaves are like a big palm. The color of the maple leaves from the stem of the deep red gradual change to the end of the leaf light red, but also shows the soft body of the girl. Whenever the sun sets in the west, under the illumination of the sunset, the tips of the leaves will show a bit of dazzling red light.
71. When the setting sun turns to the west, it is no longer so dazzlingly radiant. It is so big, so red, so round, hanging at the top of the tree. You look at him, will suddenly give birth to endless fantasy, endless hope, endless courage.
72, the book since the young colorful dreams; the book has its own middle-aged simple shadow; the book has its own old age sunset red.
73, the setting sun slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, and the stars and soon appeared, a little starlight sprinkled on the lotus, and a different flavor, like a dancer's pink dress sprinkled with a layer of silver powder, beautiful people do not dare to look directly.
74, and after a while, the setting sun that weak light to the earth with a cicada-like luster. The clouds were clothed in a golden splendor, walking slowly like a young girl, gradually approaching the river. A few white clouds drifted in the sky, like bright and colorful satin, decorating the red-blue sky.
75, articulating the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast swath across the endless end; sunrise and sunset, the weather. Fan Zhongyan
76, the sky with wandering clouds, the setting sun's afterglow glittering with golden light, the azure blue pale bend and endless green vista has been extended to the boundless sky.
77. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the clouds and spills over the center of the river, forming a line of shimmering gold spots.
78, the roadside branches cut the sunset, the light of the crumbs constantly sprinkled to the gold-dyed ground.
79, the evening sky is not dark, but there is a bright blue, the mountains in the sunset irradiation, colored with a thin layer of red.
80, there is no sunset enterprise in the world, only backward and unambitious enterprises. Unknown.
81, summer, in my impression is the morning crystal bright dewdrops and a lot of stars at night. The light of the setting sun shrouds the veil, and the gusts of wind with the fragrance of flowers come to you, giving you a point of coziness.
82, that is the morning sun, fire red, fire like red, fire like burning, burning half the sky. Unlike the setting sun, the sunset, the curtain of the residual glory, is the Xia! Fire like Xia, shining dazzling today, is the sunset pulled the curtain.
83, dusk, the setting sun spilled on the river light, like a lot of golden needles and silver threads, with the water waves swaying.
84, in the afternoon, the sunset brother gave it another orange shirt to cover the wind and cold. You occasionally throw a stone, stirring up a circle of ripples, the frightened fish jumped a few times, that is in the farewell to you!
85, today, although the sky clouds a lot, but I still saw the sunset, before the sunset, the sky's burning clouds illuminated the entire western edge, showing dazzling red, the sun like a red-hot ball of fire in the clouds hidden, the distant mountain forests are also irradiated in this sunset, covered with a coat of carmine red.
86, withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing homes, the old road, the west wind and thin horses. The sun sets in the west, and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world. Ma Zhiyuan
87, in the hometown of the river, countless willows hanging branches, dense next to each other, as if the shy bride. I always like to shuttle between them and admire their graceful figure in the setting sun.
88, long pine needles, in the autumn morning, full of dew, when the dawn light, flashing crystal light; when the sun sets in the west, the evening dew for her to put on a red colorful clothes, to the pine forest added a few colors.
89, the morning sun, you will be the light sprinkled sky, heralded the hot hope of the rise, the sunset, you will be the evening sunlight dyed earth, implying the grandeur of the twilight of the ambition. In the sunset, you color the earth with the evening sunlight, symbolizing the grandeur of the twilight of ambition. The night is quiet, the moon also reflects the splendor of your eternity.
90, do not fantasize when the sun sets, to work hard when the sun rises.
91, the setting sun hanging in mid-air, like a jade disk. It shines on people's faces, people's faces as if gilded with a layer of gold; it shines on the surface of the water, the river is floating light jumping gold, seems to be a magical little star in the shining; it shines on the green tree, the green tree seems to be smeared with a layer of oil, looks more green.
92, the setting sun has set, the sky rushed up a semicircular cloud. The sunlight is orange. From the inside out, the hue gradually changes from light to dark, and finally to orange-red.
93, the setting sun shoots out a beam of golden light, shining on the earth, shining on the grass and trees in the hometown. A breeze blew, many trees, many grass gently dance, that look, like a beautiful girl's face shining brightly.
94, the setting sun, although no sunrise blazing, but more reserved than the sunrise, no sunrise bright, but more than the sunrise red-hot; the evening sun, although no sunrise brilliant, but more colorful than the sunrise, no sunrise bright, but more than the sunrise heavy.
95, at this time, the sunset has been articulated on top of the mountain, the western half of the sky, like a big ball of fire, burning a blood-red evening sun.
96, the setting sun is already hanging in mid-air, like a disk. It shines on people's faces, people's faces as if gilded with a layer of gold; it shines on the water, the river is floating light jumping gold, seems to be a magical little star shining; it shines on the green trees, the green trees seem to be wiped with a layer of oil, appear more green.
97, gradually, the sunset convergence of his last light, can not say goodbye, will hang his head, closed his eyes, quietly sleep. And then the original group of followers, also in due course, converge on the interest, change into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again.
98, the setting sun next to the cloud color changes a lot. A moment of white color, a moment of golden yellow, a moment of half purple and half yellow, a moment of half gray and half red, really colorful, endless changes.
99, the setting sun pressed the mountain, the reddish sunset emerged, heaps of smiles, revealing the town outskirts of the quiet dusk.
100, the wind blew a day, when the evening sun engulfed the last trace of rose-colored sunset in the west, everything is dead silent, only the wind lonely in the empty streets and alleys weaving, running. Without rivals, it will sometimes roar a few times, trying to break the tedious atmosphere.
101, purple violet flowers, the wind is powerless to butcher the heat, the setting sun with warped flying up the mountain. The scene, in the hot summer is not rare. At this time, the sun has set in the west, but the weather is still hot. I first saw the purple violet flowers in this situation system to see.
102, the tender sunshine lifted the colorful and golden journey of life, the distant sky under the white clouds of an innocent girl in her hometown on the banks of the river to clean the clothes, the sparkling waves reflect her youthful fitness, intoxicating sunset written all over the face of her charming smile.
103, the summer sky both storm and rainbow. It is like a hairpin in the sky, decorated with the blue sky. It's more like wearing a shirt on the sky, like clouds like ribbons like floating light. Elegant rainbow, more like a hidden hermit, reflecting the sunset a faint afterglow.
104, to the lake, I saw a lotus directly to the sky, in the light of the setting sun is more red, the breeze blew, like a group of dancers dressed in pink dresses dancing on the green carpet.
105, that penetrate the bamboo forest in the dots and dashes of sunshine, not as majestic as the early sun, not as melancholy as the sunset, more rain and clear the charm, but hidden, confused seems to be puzzling people. But this is the sunshine, from the bamboo forest through the light down, so that the depth of the bamboo forest of those unknown small flowers and grass to thrive.
106, ordinary pools of water, the sunrise, will become a golden sea! Bing Xin
107, the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk. Li Shangyin
108, in the gradual sinking of the sunset, mountain peaks appear more and more tall, majestic, calm; white clouds is to appear serene, thick melting, pure, the setting sun slowly and the mountains and the sky and the clouds into one, into a black and blue prints, with the fading of the waves, from far and near into the night again.
109, ah! That a touch of sunset , the sunset illuminates the flowers, I see the beauty, the sunset illuminates the trees; I see the thriving, the sunset illuminates the sky; I see tomorrow's sunset, the day after tomorrow's hope! Coming from the house, the golden sun immediately took my eyes, and at once my eyes were golden!
110. The sun was setting, and the sky was burning with a reddish-orange sunset. The sea was also dyed red by that sunset, it is more spectacular than the sky. When a row of waves rise, the haze reflected on the crests of the waves, red and bright, flashing and rolling, making people marvel.
111, the evening sun is like a colorful ribbon, fluttering in the bath of the setting sun.
112, in front of the Da Zhao Temple, there is a preaching square, I like to walk in the square at dusk. It is still the setting sun shining on the Da Zhao Temple, is still crowded around the temple, plus their hands holding the drum, the moment of Lhasa, seems to be still rotating.
113, rhododendron in the setting sun under the glow, far away like a burning flame, red.
114: The water droplets on the maple leaves under the sunlight after the rain give off a dazzling light. In the evening, under the setting sun, the maple leaves are even more vibrant and beautiful. No wonder the poet Du Mu wrote, "I love the maple forest in the evening, and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February." The poet loved the maple leaves as much as I do.
115, stopped. A couple of frogs were heard in the fields, and a flock of geese swept over the clouds. I should also go home. I gently shook my hand, with a full of good mood, good memory, by the way, brought back a sunset red.
116, this big maple tree upright robust and vicissitudes, in the setting of the setting sun becomes so beautiful, the leaves like a small hand, holding each other, each other conveyed infinite care, people into contemplation.
117, childhood is the rising sun, old age is the setting sun, the years are full of changing clouds, the ideal is the life of the eternal north. Birth is the dawn, death is the dark, the journey is full of difficult to distinguish the fork, wisdom is the eternal radar of life.
118, the sunset has been completely swallowed by the twilight. The brilliant evening sun in the air turned gray-brown, as if torn into pieces by what people, a strip, a wisp occupies the western sky.
119, back home, mom said with anticipation, "Where are the photos?" I said, "In the bag." Mom opened the bag, took out the camera, said: " Sunset so beautiful ah! I think I'll go next time." I said, "That's fine, as long as you're not afraid of the cold." See mom's face angry so red, my father and I laughed.
120, the park has a green carpet like lawn, the setting sun through the trees, printed out the tree shadow, there are deep and shallow, beautiful!