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The sun is setting in the west The sun is entering the mountains The sun is setting in the mountains The sun is going down in the west

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The remaining glow of the setting sun The remaining glow of the setting sun The remaining glory of the setting sun is like blood The remaining sun is like blood The remaining glory of the setting sun

The sun is setting in the west The sun is pressing down on the mountains The sun is sinking in the west The sun is falling in the west

The sun is falling out of the sky The sun has just set The sun is falling in the west

The sun rises and the sun sets flaunt

Sunlight westward slanting sunlight dark sunlight direct sunlight sunlight slanting sunlight

Childhood sunshine brilliant brilliant morning sunshine brilliant light morning sunshine full of sunshine

Golden sunlight Golden light Golden light Golden light Golden light Golden light Ten thousand feet

Rays of light Rays of light Ten thousand feet Ten thousand golden rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light Ten thousand rays of light gt;

The afterglow is brilliant, dazzling, colorful, a ray of sunlight

A cloud of red, a trace of light, a golden plate rolling

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The sky was full of red clouds, the sea was full of golden waves, and the red sun, like a furnace of boiling steel, spewed forth with a golden light.

In the morning, the sun is like a new daughter-in-law who has just gone out, shyly showing half of her face.

The sun went down, and its parting glare shot out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.

The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.

Bright sunlight through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, a strand of sprinkled all over the campus.

The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling, eye-opening expanse of light that stretched from the ocean's edge right up to the edge of the boat.

The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole of the river turned purple, and it seemed as if the sky were ablaze with fire.

Spring, the sun is warm, it stretched out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body.

Gusts of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.

The hot sun hung high in the sky, and the red light shot up to the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.

Did not dare to look up to see the sun, only to feel everywhere dazzling, the air, the roof, on the ground, are a white bright piece of white, white through the red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great mirror of fire, each is the focal point of the mirror of fire, as if everything is about to burn up.

Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing.

The sun in late fall is like a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body, face, warm.

As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the earth. See, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.

The sun is being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.

The sun works all year long, and when it gets busy in the winter, it is so exhausted that it can barely put out any heat.

The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down into a bit of golden light spots.

The distant lofty mountains, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.

The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking to him into a faint round gently swaying halo.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden and silver halos.

The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting a silvery glow on the white earth that dazzled the eyes.

Golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.

When the reddish sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled back like a curtain, and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.

The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread, crisscrossing the light gray and blue-gray clouds and stitching them together into a pattern of incomparable beauty.

The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing out golden waterfalls.

Golden sunlight poured through the cracks and spilled onto the grasses that the brown land nourished.

The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowed with a gauzy mist.

The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.

A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.

The sun, huh, which had just risen, was full of spirit and red light, illuminating the whole world.

The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, giving a rose color to the beautiful and quiet sea.

The sunrise shoots its rays onto the lake, and the breeze starts to rise, the fine waves jump, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.

Suddenly, the face of a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a strip of gold whip, driving away the flying clouds and fog.

The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with the golden glory, the sea from the ink blue to blue.

Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red the eastern sky, the main peak of the tall Huangshan Mountain was brilliant clouds dyed a scarlet.

The sun in the sunrise greeted the red face, all of a sudden, ten thousand channels of golden light through the treetops to the water dyed a layer of carmine red.

The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful floral cloth.

Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.

The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff heads topped the sky.

The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.

Long hilltop, like a large tomb towering in the night.

The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes you dizzy.

The deep valleys were luridly quiet and gloomy.

The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.

The morning sun was shining, and the mountain was like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining horizontally.

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Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and strange. The mountains are very different from the plains or the mid-levels, they have become very layered and messy, majestic and strange. Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time.

Only to see in the distance there is a misty giant peak protruding, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. At a closer look, the giant peak looks like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, and those small peaks look like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. White sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog dispersed again, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and the green trees, green fields contrast each other, looks particularly magnificent.

The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and flying birds, never! climb to its peak.

No more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.

The sharp knife-like hill, picking up a few wisps of milky white fog, and in the mist, a thin line was faintly visible.

The innocent, the carefree, the free, the childish, the ridiculous, the chest, the iodine, the teeth, the language, the hip-hopping, you chasing me, the head, the rat, the head, the mouse, the escape, the poor chase, the fierce fight, the chaos, the chicken flying, the dog jumping, the chicken and the dog, the restlessness, the self-righteous, the breath holding, the sharp voice, the pointing finger, the oil, the slippery tone, the pampering, the good boy, the east running, the west, the love of the hand, the hands, the hands can't help but be stunned, the dumb head, the frothing, the froth, the fun, the playfulness, the deaf, the dumbness, the pretentious, the pretentious, the pretentious, as if nothing had happened. Mischievous, covered in mud, chasing after each other, throwing tantrums, making a lot of noise, waving swords and sticks, catching fish in a jar, waiting for them to come to you and then giving them a full account of what's going on, doing whatever you want, cheering, splashing in the water

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I was instantly excited, and regardless of what I did, I threw off my shoes, snatched the life preserver from my mother's hands, and pounced on the sea with my bare feet, cheering.

"Flop!" "Punt!" Everyone "defiantly" head into the bright creek, some hands and feet in the water fluttering, some floating on the surface of the belly to the sky, some like loaches dive into the water.

Just a moment ago is still the quiet of the river, suddenly clamor: shouting, laughing and laughing, ruffling, hitting the water, splashing, you escape, I chased, a mess.

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We stripped off our clothes in a hurry at the river's edge, flung ourselves into the stream, and immediately began to fight water battles and chase and play. You see, we are divided into two teams, one team for the "enemy" and another team is the "Red Army". A pair of small palms to the other side of the water to splash, splashing everyone's face is full of crystal water droplets. Water to get blurred eyes, we will each retreat to the side, with a hand to wipe off, and then again fierce "attack". The entire creek immediately a clamor, shouting, laughter rose and fell, converged into a symphony of joy. Water fight tired, in the river to chase and play. A chase, a run, in the water through the drill, small body like a loach as slippery, how can not catch. The laughter and songs on the river, in and on both sides of the river far away from the swing.

We these little rascals will disregard the parents of the repeated advice, in groups of three or five to the small stone bay, take off their pants, bare bones into the water. Another is to tie the fierce, and erect dragonflies, and water fights, turning the river, one like a small loach, chasing in the water, shouting and screaming, playing and playing, really have indescribable cozy.

Several children with bare feet are treading water in the rain! The one who sings is Hong Hong, she sings while catching the rain from the sky with both hands. Followed by her Xiaoyu and Dingding while "pop-pop-pop-pop" on the ground of the rain stream, while rhythmically swinging arms, but also from time to time tilted his head, let the rain splitting the face of the rushing. At this time, I was tickled in my heart, and hurriedly threw off my shoes, pulled up my pants leg, rushed out of the room. Just ran behind Honghong, "flop", I fell on my back, splashing water have fallen on Honghong. Honghong turned around and said with a smile, "Quickly hit the falling dog!" After saying that, with his feet paddling up the water to hit me. I do not care to get up, and hastily cupped my hands to raise the water to the red face, the mouth also cheerfully shouted: "Come on! Come on!" Red can't hold back, "Aigoo, mama," screamed, hastily blocked his face with his hands, twisted his head backward. "Reinforcements are coming!" With a cheerful shout, Xiao Yu and Ding Ding attacked me. I immediately used my hands and feet to splash a column of water towards Xiaoyu and Tintin. "Hee hee hee--!" "Hahaha--!" Our pleasant laughter echoed in the blanket of rain.

Others:

1. If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rings, you use the staff whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reefs are arranged, you gesture vividly as a flying bird, on the podium waved a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky does not come a cloud, as if you bright heart, a faction of the high and distant.

2, hope stems from disappointment, rise begins with worry, as a poet said: there is a hunger to feel the person must be well digested, there is a sense of urgency to feel the person must be efficient, there is a crisis to feel the person must be fast progress.

3. Don't wander under the trees, don't meditate in the rain, don't shed tears in the darkness. Look forward, do not look back, as long as you have the courage to face look up, you will find that the score of the haze is but a short rainy season. Look forward, there is a bright sky, will not make people feel at a loss.

4, soft sunlight hanging diagonally in the pines and cypresses do not wither on the branches and leaves, seem so quiet and solemn, green lawn and white concrete road appearance, footsteps are so light up and down, everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts surge.

5, the ocean of life is not like the rippling waves of the Xizi Lake, with the flow of time, it is sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, sometimes the giant waves rushing to the sky ...... people in the wind and waves after the test, often become stronger.

6, when you are in the face of warm winds, birds and flowers, green hills, green water, good fields of the spring scenery, will be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden autumn season, will be overjoyed. Have you ever thought, that the spring color is the baptism through the cold after the Yingzi, that the beauty of the golden autumn is to accept the heat after the crystallization of the melting. ............ (He Tingting)

7, If you want to harvest the fruits in the golden autumn, then in the chilly early spring, it is time to roll up your pant legs and go unremittingly pioneering, sowing and plowing until the day of harvest.

8, life is winding in the mountains of the trail, bumpy, ditch cliffs in the side. Fell down, to cry on the cry, afraid of what, not heart pretense! This is blunt, not weak, because cry a does not affect the rush, but can add a careful. Mountain flowers, the scenery is pleasant, if intoxicated, want to laugh on the smile, not the heart of the pretense of reserve! This is blunt, not proud, because laugh once does not affect the rush, but can add a confidence.

9, love is a piece of winter sunshine, the use of hunger and cold people feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring in the desert, the use of power on the verge of extinction of people to see the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the ground in a drought of a rainstorm, so that the lonely and helpless people instantly get the comfort of the soul. .............................. .............................. ...... Mao Dan

10, days are always like the fine yarn from the fingertips, inadvertently slipping down. Those days of sorrow and misuse of injury, in the water under the washing with the wave gently passed away, while leaving the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting new.

11, melancholy mood evaporated. 12, faded memories. 13, Smoke burns again in the home of peace.

14, Some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence like running water across the golden age.

15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart of the attachment. 16, I completely read the heart of the parents.

17, mother's love is a masterpiece that I can not finish reading for the rest of my life; mother's love is a piece of sky that I can never fly out of. ...... Zhang Weiwei

18, when the yellow autumn leaves swaying with the wind, the deep autumn drifted and stood outside the school, the moonlight, the father's shadow pulled a long time, huge trench coat will be wrapped up in the skinny bones of the father, my heart a burst of sour. .............................. ............ Lin Jingying

19, the true love in the world is like a big net, always warming people's hearts, just like mom's love, never-ending.

20, years, is a poem, a poem rich in philosophy, years is a camel, carrying the dreams of countless people.

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Sun Sun Sunrise Sunrise Bright Sun Golden Sun Cool Sun Remaining Sun Oblique Sun Red Sun Morning Sun Hot Sun Red Sun Spring Summer Autumn Winter Sunset Sunset Solar Eclip