1, dusk, may be a touch of clouds by the night's mandate, hanging in the western vault of the sky, or may be the warmth of the night to descend on the front curtain, but in any case, dusk is so charming, not only because of its colorful clouds, but also it can hold a kind of destruction of self to explain the true meaning of the night's determination.
2, 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 fire generally, 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.
3, is receding day charmingly euthanasia vividly reddish, like the disease lingering beauty dying cheeks of redness.
4, the south wind often visits the dusk, but also brings its generous gift of rain; rain of silk; the softness of the rain; the wetness of the clothes, the poignancy of the rain of silk, the fall of the silent, the line of the silent, the beauty of the rain of silk, that is, there is no emotion, there is also emotion. The beauty of the rain is that it is emotionless, but it also has feelings. The poignant picture is suddenly watered by rain. Make the dusk more sorrowful and beautiful. And all of this is in the unsaid.
5. Autumn clouds wonderful in its color. In the evening, a piece of cloud colorful, the sun's afterglow shines on the clouds, first red, and then constantly changed to orange, orange, and finally became purple.
6, the scene in front of me is quite like a Chinese painting: dissolving moonlight, long river, selling porridge boat, "long beard" light brush of the ancient banyan, the cold light of the ancient cannon, playing boxing stick people ...... ah, goose pool at night is really beautiful, that is rich in the beauty of the Chinese tradition. The beauty of the Chinese national tradition.
7, dusk, a bend of the crescent moon quietly rising, in its surroundings, there are a few stars emit a weak light.
8. For the few minutes that the music lasted, Times Square was as quiet as an evening meadow. Only the westward sun shone on those listening to the music, and the breeze blew them as if they were just tall weeds!
9, By twilight, the whole colorful meadow was shrouded by a bright sunset, slowly darkening.
10, in the evening, a large snowflake, from the dim sky fluttering down. In a flash, the mountains, fields, villages, all covered in white snow.
11, evening clouds, as Bing Xin grandmother said the words are the world's most useless thing, can not write this ethereal wonderful scenery. No, perhaps my imagination is not rich enough, perhaps my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, so that people can enjoy the beauty of this scenery in their spare time, can guess all kinds of stories it changed.
12, at dusk, the sun returns to illuminate the landscape, interwoven into a moving picture, magnificent.
13, the sun fell, the hazy twilight from the shore to stretch to the lake, the water from azure blue to iron gray.
14, the evening clouds, as Bing Xin grandmother said, "words are the world's most useless thing, can not write this ethereal wonderful scenery. No, perhaps my imagination is not rich enough, perhaps my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, so that people can enjoy the beauty of this scenery in their spare time, and can guess all the stories it turns out.
15, the evening air always has a cooking smoke flavor, mixed with dishes from the warmth of the table, mixed into a special flavor. This flavor is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. It is always warm and solid reunion.
16, where is the fall evening? It is in the sky. The westward sun pours out its reddish afterglow, so that the leisurely clouds set a golden edge, it is like colorful silk, and like brocade. That evening sunlight in the embrace of the blue sky leisurely gathered and dispersed, as if it were an oil painting hanging in the sky.
17, the shape of the clouds also a moment a kind. Sometimes like a ball of cotton, sometimes like the waves on the river, they change is so natural, so quickly, so magnificent.
18, dusk, the sun is still unforgiving late fall early rise to encroach on most of the night. Night as if the paper immersed in oil, into a translucent body; it to the sun embraced, not out of the body, perhaps to the sun intoxicated, so the sunset after the hidden fade of the night color also with flushed red.
19, early summer evening, sitting on the quiet riverside, the breeze blew, the willow tree combing braids according to the mirror, children playing in the distance a piece of laughter, it is a wonderful night! In the evening, I walked alone by the river, the heart of infinite melancholy, the willow tree is also listless drooping head, with the wind gently brushed my cheeks, for me to wipe away the corners of the eyes of the imperceptible tears, so that the sadness of me to get the slightest comfort.
20, the fall will soon come to an end, like this sunset, leaving a few bursts of bone-chilling cold wind, in your unawareness quietly left, not leaving people and thoughts and attachments, the cold wind blowing, both the parting of the fall, and the beginning of winter. And this sunset, how is it not so? These few wisps of afterglow, both the parting of the sunset, but also the beginning of the evening.
21, when you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers murmur, which will then raise their eyes and look, the piece of white clouds like cotton, all into the "pony tail" silk to the sky.
22, around a silent, quiet by the mosquito buzzing can hear it in what place to fly. The deep valley to the left was already dark. Between the canyon and us, dark blue peaks overlapped, covered with layers of snow, standing in the blank sky with a sliver of the remaining sun. The stars began to twinkle in the pale sky, and strangely enough it seemed to me that they were much higher than those to our north. On either side of the road stood chunks of bare, black rock. A few bushes occasionally showed in the snow, but their dead leaves were motionless. In the bosom of this deep and sound sleep of nature, it was a different thing to hear the neighing of three sleepy stage-horses and the ringing of Russian bells, high and low.
23, evening, the sky appeared a thousand strange clouds. In the light of the setting sun adds a few mysterious colors. Some are like the frog prince, the crown on its head glittering. Some are like little white rabbits running, which are illuminated yellow by the evening sun. Others are like small flowers greeting the evening sun. It's so endearing.
24, evening, the western sky appeared a thousand strange clouds. Those floating in the mountain top clouds as if a colorful garland; floating in the mountain waist between the clouds and seems to be a beautiful silk scarf; there is that floating in the sky clouds is a fairy fly when the flowers.
25, the setting sun slowly fell down the mountain to go, the sky full of red, as if the heavenly maiden scattered a red dress.
26, 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.
27, Every evening the sun collects its blinding light and turns into a golden disc. It will be and many small birds fly back to my downstairs in that bamboo forest, which has many verdant green bamboo, that group of small birds called green bamboo birds. Petite and delicate body, the call is crisp, they are in groups together chattering, as if chatting together, but also as if in a chorus together.
28, the fall clouds are very naughty and beautiful. In the morning, it gave us hide-and-seek; at noon, like to hold in the sun Gong Gong, the sun Gong struggled for a long time to show; in the afternoon, it began to magic, in the evening, it gave itself make-up, turned into a flowery face; at night, it invited the sister of the moon went to sleep.
29, "the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk" is the best interpretation of the dusk of the best statements, silence is the best realm of expression of the dusk, although it survives only a short period of time will fade out of the sky's vision, but can have day and night can not think comparable to the plot, so the ancients will be the dusk of this valuable time as a relief of sorrow of the sky, and so far that the "Dongli Dongzhi" is not the same as the "Dongli", it is not a good idea to use it as an excuse. To this day, the saying, "After dusk, when I drink wine at Dongli, there is a dark fragrance filling my sleeves. I still have a lot of feelings about the phrase "I don't know if I'll ever lose my soul, the curtain rolls down in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers". As for the "old road, the west wind thin horse, the setting sun in the west, broken hearted people in the end of the world" is out of the dusk unique sadness.
30, winter dusk will be exposed branches reflected on the ground, like a rough sketch, not so serious brushstrokes only leave a trace. Spring dusk accompanied by just out of the new shoots and the lake boat swinging on the blue waves. In summer, dusk quietly closes the pond full of lotus blossoms, and the Nymphaea's puffy heads sway in the evening breeze, inviting the fireflies that come in the night. Autumn dusk casts maple leaves on the red brick wall, and a few ants climb up the wall, stopping and scattering.
31, spring night contemplation of the spring night, the light moon cage, graceful. The wind whisked across the cheeks and swept up the long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft. I don't dare to deliberately pursue anything, just hope that all the beautiful beginnings have a beautiful ending, as this spring night long long far.
32, in the fall, I like to go to the mountains to see the beautiful maple forest. One evening, after dinner, I welcome the evening sun, I came to that long-lost maple forest again. At this time, the leaves of the maple tree looked more red. As if they were competing with the evening sunlight, than who is red hot, than who is more eye-catching. In the fall, it is the time when the maple tree forest grows vigorously. It will show us all its vitality. Welcome friends to my hometown as a guest, come to see this red maple forest, and I share this fiery red maple forest together.
33, my favorite summer evening, the beauty of intoxicating, gorgeous! That piece of fire clouds shrouded the western sky, like a gorgeous colorful watercolor paintings. Initially is a piece of goose yellow bottom, a layer of light orange-red; orange-red plus a light blue ribbon; ribbon end full of unfolding, a wide blood-colored silk scarf, gradually farther and farther has been torn to the sky, so that the sunset set off more bright red colorful.
34, see, the sun put away its blinding light, turned into a big golden disc, happy jumping, disappeared in the west behind the mountains. At this time, the sky appeared a large area of clouds, they have different forms, some like horses, some like mountains, some like sharks, some like crabs all look lifelike, alive.
35, because of your departure, the remnants of the sun, such as blood in the evening, I was disappointed, boredom wandering in the campus path, but found a cluster of faint autumn chrysanthemums next to the small flower bed quietly cover. Heh! Autumn, really is the fall is coming!
36, the sun went down, leaving that piece of mud and gold back to the sky into a rose-colored, calm Mediterranean Sea is still in the twilight rippling with light, like a piece of polished and boundless metal.
37. It is dusk. The sun is still on the mountain, mixed with pieces of scaly waves of the lake, looks so soft and lingering. Willow leaves in this bleak background, but also become silent, the fish in the water is even more graceful, back to the entanglement. I like dusk, not only because it has a beautiful picture, but also because it is sad about the sorrow of the company.
38, the sun is about to set, the night is about to fall, the crows return to their nests, cattle and sheep into the circle. The last ray of sunlight also darkened.
39, initially a piece of goose yellow bottom, a layer of light orange-red; orange-red with a light blue ribbon; ribbon end full of unfolding, a wide blood-colored silk scarf, gradually far away has been pulled to the edge of the sky, so that the sunset set off more bright red colorful.
40, I still remember you took my hand and asked me what my dream was, I said I do not know, have not thought about it. But you told me with a longing face you want to be a grandfather raised pigeons, every morning from the cage out to any place they want, as you wish, free. In the evening they return to the cage in the twilight dusk, eat a handful of millet, sleep a good night, and a lifetime of happiness round.
41, the distant sky, there are a few light clouds, in the blink of an eye change. The clouds, through the golden evening sun, such as a few giant dragons, playing in the air, rotating, rising, leaping. I couldn't help but look at the tiny cloud, like a golden pearl, intertwining and rotating between the dragons! Gorgeous and spectacular! Dazzling and brilliant!
42, twilight seems to be suspended in the turbid flow of sediment, in the stillness of the time will gradually settle down.
43, some of these clouds like a group of docile sheep, grazing on a thousand miles of grassland; some are like a mighty lion, in the setting sun under the golden armor, seems to meet the challenge. Then look at a few clouds over there, like a few giant dragons playing in the air. In the middle of a few small clouds, such as the golden pearl, intertwined and rotating between the dragons, gorgeous and spectacular, dazzling and brilliant. The most attractive to me is the fire cloud. Clothed in fiery red, it looked like a fiery red band in the sky. Its fiery red afterglow turned the trees, flowers, plants, and small animals into fiery red, and even I myself turned red.
44, in the rush of the world, thousands of forms, thousands of even wind flow who can laugh to the end, who can mount the stage of success, who can be surrounded by stars. Worldly things such as chess, perhaps only leaning against the dusk alone, in order to decompress the mind, in order to throw away all the worries, throw away all the helplessness and chase, life is the remaining sun after the wind of the dusk, tomorrow is the dawn of the dawn will come.
45, the evening sun, through the peaks, reflected in the water, as if the water has a layer of rust!
46, if you go out for a walk in the evening in summer, you will often see the countryside at dinner. They move the table and chairs and food to the door, the sky high and wide to eat up. The sky's red sunset, the evening breeze, flying over the head of the nesting birds, are their best friends, they and the countryside, together, into a natural, harmonious natural landscape painting.
47, the most attractive to me is the fire clouds. It is clothed in fiery red, in the sky is like a fiery red band. Its fiery red afterglow turned the trees, flowers, plants, and small animals into fiery red, and even I myself turned red.
48, spring night, the lake is like the Milky Way, the breeze blew, a ripple, with a bit of moonlight, and intertwined with the starlight, as if in the lake composed a song of phoenix.
49, dusk, with its light steps, quietly, from the mountain side, from the end of the sky.
50, overlooking the dusk of the town, as if the river in the sky fell a bend of the golden moon, kissing the hometown of the countryside, from the smoke curling up in the village, from time to time, a few sounds of dogs barking and chickens, as if it is a distant and hazy dream.
51, the sunset next to the cloud color change is very much, a moment of lily color, a moment of golden yellow, 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 really colorful, ever-changing.
52, dusk put away the long line wrapped in sadness, open the black pupil watching the earth. There is still a song and dance, but there is still a group of people, in the lights of the lonely watching another group of people far away from the direction. The sound of flute and erhu vaguely floating in the air, hoarse, melodious.
53, dusk is like the cryptic language of our life, which guides people to comprehend the life of a calm and indifferent. The serenity of sunset as a beam of starlight makes the soul lonely and calm, dusk does not mean mourning. I love dusk, its light, its soft and hopeful light, it ends the day with the most beautiful scenery.
54, the evening sky is not gloomy, but there is a bright blue (next88), the mountains in the sunset irradiation, colored with a thin layer of red.
55, a touch of sadness, a few touches of sadness, sunset dusk dawn. Warm a pot of wine, in the winter dusk, the heart into the yaoqin, sing and play a song gradually dusk, a thousand strands, drops of bleak intention.
56, dusk, the setting sun on the river light, like many gold needles and silver lines, with the water waves swaying.
57, the evening snow, and then a night without stopping. The snowflakes were gentle and fell on a dark, mottled beehive. The bees are slumbering. Inside the delicate hexagonal hive, like secret letters sealed in wax.
58, the remnants of the sun was replaced by the dawn moon, dusk disappeared into speechlessness. Many people think that the night and dusk have a different flavor, the night is more a continuation of dusk, but the moon is high, the night covers the ground, is bleak, which does not have dusk to bring the special beauty, so the night is also only miserable mixed with the emotion, can not find to appreciate, for the sadness of the place to stay. Perhaps because of this, people choose to eliminate the sadness of the place is the dusk, rather than the cause of the night.
59, dusk has been thank you, the night has long been spread. Tall French sycamores, illuminated by blinding white streetlights. In the black night sky encrusted with a circle and a circle seized green, sometimes fluttered by the night breeze, issued a soft rustle, only so a while, disappeared in the infinite serenity.
60, the evening scenery is quiet and beautiful, the kind of indescribable harmony makes the June sunset extraordinarily long rhythm.
61, the air in the morning of the fall is fresh, no summer flair, no winter cold. Autumn evening, the purple haze in the sky, let people think of. The beautiful scenery in front of you is transformed into a deep stay, making people go back and forth to stay.
62, after the rain, clean pavement, dark sky, dim colors, seeking the smell of soil, smell the faint fragrance of flowers, looking at the green fields, really happy. At this moment, the heart is like a thing hit, knocked off the top of the sinking still dust, suddenly feel very light and very light.
63, the blood-red sunset, in the scattered and chaotic clouds of Xia piece of slowly sinking, it put the rose-colored slanting sunshine, flickering in the river surface.
64, the afterglow of the setting sun stained the red corner of the sky, the sky light and sea color is blended, glittering.
65, early in the morning, the genius is hazy bright, the sun as a layer of gauze hazy, if any, all around the quiet, as if it is still that silent, quiet night. Midday and afternoon sunshine is very sunny, people rarely go out, go out and wear an umbrella sunglasses, the sun is also blinding. In the evening, the sun all of a sudden much weaker, the weather seems to change all of a sudden as if, the air is very refreshing, the western sky on the edge of a lot of red sunset, the sky is still blue, but the color is very light, so that people's mood is very comfortable.
66, the day is a light blue, sometimes floating clouds, a group like white cotton wool. Breeze blowing their soft body, chanting, all the way leisurely. When you lower your head and look at the roadside, green grass and flowers murmur, which will then raise their eyes and look, that piece of white clouds like cotton, all into a "pony tail" wisps to the sky.
67, the best evening in the fall. Rose-colored clouds in the sky slowly changing shape - sometimes like giants, sometimes like lions, sometimes like the dyeing of many colors of the mountains. Upstairs, where I lived the year before, there was a corridor facing west. Every evening, I leaned against the fence and watched the sun set in gold and the geese return to the forest. When the twilight is grand, the cicadas are generally ordered to close their troops and return to camp, while the insects drilled out of the emptiness on all sides, long and short, chanting endlessly.
68, the setting sun left a long shadow, a blood red. The sky darkened quickly, a grape-colored twilight, a purple twilight. It hung over the citrus groves and the narrow melon fields; the sun was a juiced grape purple, interspersed with burgundy red.
69, near dusk, the old courtyard, there are flocks and formations like a piece of ink spots like old crows in the old and old elm tree on the top of the tree circling back and forth, and this and that, noise endlessly.
70, that is an empty land with wheat waves, everything on the land seems to be wearing a thin layer of gold, in the setting sun flashing dim and bright light, and the back of the sunset, is the long shadow is stretched out. These shadows, in the gradual fall of the setting sun, crossed the mountains and forests, leaving behind a deep twilight and silence; roamed over the brooks, dissolving the deep gray twilight into the murmuring streams; flew over the villages, leaving behind the light of the stars and the light of the moon, and when all these shadows had reached the vast yellow of that infinite expanse, the darkness of the night, descended.
71, the dusk of late autumn always comes very quickly, before the water evaporated by the daylight on the mountain field dissipated, the sun fell into the western mountains. So the winds of the valley, with their heavy coolness, drove the white mist, wandering down the mountain, and the shadows of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the village, the shadows getting thicker and thicker; gradually and the night mingled with the color, but soon, and then by the moon candles into a silvery grey.
72, every near dusk, there are 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 swimming fish in the sinking sea, the occasional roll of golden scales light.
73, the four corners of the fountain on the four open-mouthed lions, spraying water, water will be sprayed from their mouths, like four small bridge made of water. The center of the fountain has a large disk, the center has a few thin used to spray water pipe. Every morning or evening, this fountain will spray crystal, transparent water, water falling on the surface of the water made a clattering sound, as if many happy children jumped into the water, swimming happily.
74, summer evening, is passionate and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful dress gathered sideburns lightly pulled; graceful and luxurious.
75, I love the golden autumn, but I love the autumn leaves. In the evening when the sun sets, my mom and I strolled along the embankment, and sometimes I looked up to look at the leaves on the side of the road, only to see that the leaves are really a variety of forms, a variety of ah!
76, the dusk is beautiful, in a hurry, in the footprints, in the students, as if only I am leaning on the dusk, I like the dusk of the residual warmth, I feel the dusk of the breath, hear the dusk of my gentle voice, I will be melted into the dusk, as if I am the dusk of the residual sun in the dusk, hurriedly and hurriedly, in a hurry, carrying their own responsibilities with their own dreams, will be the glory of all, and will be the best of all. Dreams, will be the glory of all offer, but in the end, only a little residual light, in the rush of the world, there is nothing worth staying, only the heart that want to reproduce the light of the dream, to support themselves, even if the night comes, no regrets, regardless of the success or failure, the rush of life, the process of the landscape like spring rain to moisturize their own parched heart.
77, twilight has blurred up, piled up with the evening sky, but also gradually flat down, no color.
78, autumn, the summer finally slipped away, the sun shines on the earth shorter than the summer, no longer from five or six o'clock in the morning until six or seven o'clock in the evening; the sun began to become softer and meeker, no longer as hot as the summer when the anger of the cloak, so that people are daunted; the autumn sun has been more oblique, unlike the summer as a direct, and therefore the temperature is significantly lower than the many.
79, where is the fall evening? It is in that harvest orchard, persimmons bent branches, in the evening sun as a layer of gold, the stars of the orange, like a golden jewel.
80, I love the fall, it is an innate love. Autumn water is getting cold in the evening, is still a burst of osmanthus fragrance. Autumn, a deep embrace, in order to see through its unique charm; taste with the heart, in order to enjoy the joy of its fruitfulness, stationed in the chopping noble, in order to depict its noble and pure stature. Feel the fall, sense of life.