1. The vast grassland is covered with gold by the red sunrise. Dewdrops on grass leaves are like gems embedded in emeralds, with colorful brilliance. Red, white, yellow, blue and purple, all kinds of wild flowers make the green grassland more beautiful than the garden.
Watching the sunset at the seaside has a unique charm, which makes my heart less impetuous during the day and more calm. Who says the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night? I love the sunset, but what about dusk? As long as there is a young and pursuing heart, there will never be regret of death. Isn't youth precious because of that active beating heart? Isn't the beauty of the sunset also hiding a kind of vitality? Even Guo Moruo couldn't resist her beauty, comparing the sunset to the bride and the sea to the groom, thus creating the Wedding Banquet in the Sunset.
At first, the sun hung on the horizon like a big fireball. It took off its golden gauze and lost its dazzling light. Like a child playing with leather, tired of playing, he lazily threw himself into the arms of Mother Earth. Half the sky is dyed red, and mountains and rivers are dyed red. Even the aunts who rode home in a hurry were covered with red gauze. The river has changed color, half red and half green. I am addicted to this beautiful scenery and can't help chanting: a setting sun is spreading in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red. ...
I don't know when it started, but I fell in love with the winter dusk. At dusk, people come and go in the teahouse in front of the house. The setting sun fell in the corner of the teahouse, and a faint fragrance floated in. The thin air is stained with a faint warmth, more or less like moonlight dusk. The illuminated land, countless flying jade dust feathers turned into a few reddish rays on the horizon. People are talking and laughing, flowing in the sunshine in those years, floating on the clouds, and raining at dusk from time to time, accompanied by the hazy twilight every year, irrigating the lonely corners in those years. Living in the dusk, people's hearts are moist. If you want to take root, how can you find the loneliness that lasted for several months in that miserable time?
The sun fell below the horizon, and the flaming clouds in the sky gradually turned white, just like the wings of an angel.
6. After all, the sun will sink into the darkness, and the original golden light will turn into a dark red lotus. At this time, the floating clouds that are a little closer will also raise a red flame, reflecting the sparkling sea and turning the sea into a red. A wisp of hazy light smoke rises from the earth and lingers around lush grasslands and gurgling water. The crow stopped on the dead branch and gave a lonely cry from time to time. The distant mountains are silent and gradually dim in the golden light. And people look forward to dusk, hoping for the coming of dreams, but after all, they close the door at dusk. Outside the door, it is still hazy twilight smoke, and the twilight crow perches on the dead tree, and the golden light gradually fades. ...
7. The sun sank in a flash on the western hills, and a few white clouds on the horizon dispersed into a gorgeous sunset glow. The sun is sleepy, yawning and stretching, and slowly slides down the western hills.
8. Who can laugh at the end, who can be on the stage of success, who can be surrounded by the stars holding the moon in a hurry. Secular things are like chess. Perhaps only by relying on dusk alone can we decompress the mind and throw away all the troubles, all the helplessness and pursuit. Life is dusk after sunset, and tomorrow is the dawn.
9. It's dusk. The setting sun is on the mountain, and the lake mixed with fish scales and waves looks so soft and lingering. In this bleak background, the willow leaves have also become silent, and the fish in the water are more tactfully entangled. I like dusk, not only because it has beautiful pictures, but also because it cherishes sadness.
10. When the sun goes down, the sky looks like it was painted with orange paint. Half of the sky is orange, just like a beautiful soft ribbon. Large tracts of rosy clouds are flying, from dark orange to light orange, and then from light orange to purple, which is dreamlike and spectacular. The sun slowly slides down from the sky and floats on the edge of the sea, just like a huge fireball about to enter the water. Just like a painting, colorful and poetic. The beautiful scene is reflected on the sea, and the sea is also dyed red by the golden red light of the sun. The whole sea is glittering with dazzling brilliance. Gradually, the sun began to sink again, just like a lovely and gentle girl, shyly hiding behind the clouds and disappearing into the horizon.
1 1. Sunset, sunset in my hometown. You are like a flowing painting, flowing with the most beautiful colors; You are like a wonderful performance, and the wonderful thing is its perfect curtain call!
12. It's a pity that good things are just a flash in the pan. At this time, the sun only showed half of a shy little girl's face, which was blocked by "Mother Dashan", but her face was still as red as a ripe apple. After a while, the sun really went down, but there was a small corner around the mountain. Soon, I remembered the beautiful face just now.
13. At this time, the sun has set in the west. It closed its sword, with dazzling light, like a shy red-faced girl, and made a soft halo around it. The cloudless sky in Wan Li used to be light blue, like a clear lake, but now it is getting bluer and bluer, just like a painter deepens it layer by layer with a blue brush. The sky around it presents pleasant yellow and purple. At this time, the continuous mountains embedded in the horizon reflect glittering golden light under the setting sun, which is particularly beautiful, like a beautiful picture scroll.
14. This is a scene similar to a summer evening garden. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the sunset, as calm as a golden mirror. In the middle of the forest, a small village appeared in the distance. When the dew falls, a group of livestock, mixed with dogs barking and hoofbeats, walk home like ensemble music ... You will sincerely swear that there is no need for more beautiful scenery in this life ... This beautiful dusk will disappear in two hours, so it is more worthy of nostalgia. In order to protect its reputation, it tells others to cherish themselves before they are tired, and then turns into night at the right time.
Who disturbed her? I looked back and saw a red sun slipping slowly, which dyed the western sky red. Oh, it's sunset. Look, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become extremely happy. Sometimes they sit together and pour out their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, self-appreciating ... I can see that they are in a good mood and their faces are red and golden.
16. At this time, the sun should be setting in the west, and it will gather dazzling light, like a shy red-faced girl, leaving a soft glow around. The sky around it presents pleasant yellow and purple. At this time, the rolling mountains embedded in the horizon reflect glittering golden light under the setting sun, which is very magnificent, just like a beautiful picture scroll.
17. Although the sunshine is still dazzling through the glass, I just woke up and the bright light made me very uncomfortable. But after muttering a few words, I went back to sleep. When I wake up, I am ready to be habitually lost by the dazzling light, only to find that the sun is no longer dazzling, from bright white at noon to golden yellow. I stared at it in confusion for a long time before I knew that the sun was going down.
18. In fact, the sunset is faster than the sunrise. It just takes a blink of an eye, and the sunset runs out and disappears. Even this last moment did not leave a shock to people. Maybe someone will leave the last sunset on the way home like me. What do you see? Maybe I thought of its glory, maybe I see it now, maybe I can't see anything. After all, it's just a sunset. In fact, the sunset is not heavy, tired, there is always a moment of silence. It may be helpless to sink into endless darkness after a short sunset, but it is for the beginning of a new day, at least it always looks forward to a new day.
19. At night, the earth was calm, and even the birds flew back to their homes. In the distant horizon, there is a red sun, red and big, spreading its last ray of light to the earth. In the evening, the earth was calm, and even the birds flew back to their homes. On the distant horizon, there is also a red sun, red and big, which is quietly sprinkling its last ray of light on the earth, and its fiery light is burning the newly cooled earth. The golden light swayed gently with the water waves, wavering ... Finally, the sunset exhausted its life fuel, and at that moment, it disappeared, leaving only a few sparse stars on the horizon.
20. At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun gradually sets, and the white clouds in the sky become colorful, as if they were inlaid with gold thread. The sun reached out and touched the field, and the earth was covered with a layer of golden gauze. Mai Miao is very happy. It nodded and smiled at the sun and thanked the sun for the gift. Birds fly in the glow, they all seem to be wearing golden armor, and the golden ones are still shining; The green bamboo leaves are covered with a layer of gold and shine; The chickens and ducks in the yard are also covered with golden coats. They walked freely around the yard, frolicking with each other, just to show off their charm. In short, the whole world seems to have turned golden.
2 1. The last light left by the sunset is wonderful. The sun has set in the west, and it has converged the light of the thorn face, like a shy girl, blushing and leaving a soft halo. The endless clear sky used to be light blue, but the mirror that wants to be bright and clean is now gradually accentuating the color, getting thicker and bluer, just like a painter rendering layer by layer with a blue brush. The sky around him presents a charming yellow-purple color, which emits a bright red light to the earth. The sunset glow around him is constantly expanding and changing clothes: brilliant red, bright red, orange red, colorful and beautiful.
22. At this time, the setting sun skillfully and orderly adjusted and changed its color structure and brightness, gradually changed from golden yellow to crimson, and approached the horizon step by step with the gentlest and most beautiful posture and sunset-like speed. It is covered with sunset red, emitting a quiet, soft, warm and comfortable light. Zhu Xia is full of prosperity and comfort.
23. Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I was trapped in this inexplicable feeling.
24. Gorgeous, gray-blue, and light pink are mixed together, and Grandpa Sun is clothed with an unparalleled gorgeous coat. Look! Like a colorful tree, like a colorful flower. How changeable rosy clouds are! Suddenly, the sun turned into the shadow of a distant mountain.
25. It was dusk when it cleared up. The setting sun shone through the thick clouds, and the afterglow dyed half the sky red, and then a rainbow appeared. The sunset and the rainbow complement each other and are beautiful. The old man left, but people saw his sunset-like quality. However, he is too lonely.
26. The sunset goes away gently, walking calmly without taking away a trace of night. It's a farewell wine, drunk with rosy clouds on the horizon, with a red smiling face. It was a solemn and stirring old song, and the dissolute voice lingered at the end of heaven and earth. Time is like a song. It is an ancient oil painting, with magnificent and brilliant colors, showing endless sadness and beauty, filled with fiery years.
27. This feeling only exists in autumn. Autumn is fiery red and full of enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm is not straightforward, but implicit.
28. Quietly, the moonlight shines on the earth, as if it were a veil and a thick layer of frost. Quiet night is beautiful, but it also reveals a little desolation, which makes people feel a little sad. Autumn: 1. Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
29. "The Fisherman's Pride" (Fan Zhongyan) is thousands of miles away. "The first song of Zaqu Ci Shui Diao Song" is the setting sun in the west, and the stars are high and low in Gansu. Bai Juyi's "Shi Yusheng Xinpingju Sijue Gaoting" looks at the oblique topic of sunset, and a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
30. Autumn is not only sadness, but also its unique beauty, like an ink painting, full of poetry. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan" makes people see the leisurely pastoral scenery; "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color". Through the perfect combination of motion and static, let us appreciate a beautiful picture scroll.
3 1. Chunhua Qiushi, granule Man Cang. If spring sows hope, then autumn turns hope into golden and rich fruit, which can be described as complementing each other by going up a flight of stairs.
32. Birds sometimes fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream.
We looked at each other's faces, and everyone's faces were glowing red. We feel like we are in a painting.
34. Warm a pot of wine, put your heart into the lyre in winter dusk, and sing a song, which is inextricably linked and sad.
35. Autumn is sometimes white, pure white without a trace of dust. "Jian Peijun is pale, the white building is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side", which makes people imagine autumn as a woman in white coming out of ancient ink painting. With a touch of sadness, she is jade bone of Ice Muscle, fresh and refined, with a moving smile.
36. "The autumn wind sends sound, and maple leaves are everywhere." "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." Autumn is golden, not just sunset and dusk, not just old vines and trees, not as mean and delicate as people think, but golden songs of maturity and harvest.
37. For the sunset itself, this is enough. Although it is short-lived, it has brought beauty to the world. You can go with peace of mind. You see, it is like a diver, entering the water with a graceful posture of lightness, agility and calm, and leaving with the last ray of sunset light. ...
38. When disaster struck suddenly, the old captain held the steering wheel firmly, the old couple slept in the bed, and the fiddler played safely, giving life to women and children and living in the sea forever. Love, die for love, realistic and rational people may disdain this, because the motto of how people who don't care about their own lives protect others imprisons their thoughts, but who doesn't crave a little romance and madness in their bones? What's more, Jack has no regrets in the cold sea. His love should be more valuable than In the Heart of the Sea! Calm before sunset, blooming beauty is like brilliant fireworks, which instantly becomes eternal.
39. Sunset lingers at the ferry. Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset. Smoke from the kitchen at midnight floats out of the house. Castle Peak is thousands of miles away. Sunset is an isolated city. Sunset melts gold. Where are people? .
40. A statement describing dusk
4 1. saxophone plays a fantastic sense of death, just like miasma on the black Gobi, wrapped in a desolate heart. At this time and place, people may think more about escape, although some people are chasing desolation.
42. In a blink of an eye, the last sunset glow in the western sky has melted into the twilight, and the sky is getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.
43. Birds are fighting for branches, and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
44. Du Mu's "Qi 'an County Occasionally Topic II" On the sunset creek bridge, Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Building" looks at the sunset from a distance and the water is cool. Du Fu's "Sunset" is hooked by the sunset, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
45. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao and make people feel relaxed and happy. As the sun sets, the river is stained with faint rouge.
46. However, I was shocked by Gao Jianqun's shock. The scene of three sunsets is like three giant paintings.
47. As the night deepened, the sunset finally failed to stand the test of time and settled in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon.
48. At sunset, the sky was covered with dark red clouds, which reflected on the water and dyed the river rose.
49. The glow of the sky gradually faded, the crimson turned into red, and the Victoria red turned into light red. Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene.
50. The night is so charming. The little blue stars in the sky are flashing mysteriously, so far away from us.
5 1. The sky is light blue, sometimes with clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and dispersed into the sky.
52. In the dead of night, everything on the earth fell asleep.
53. At dusk, it's like a pillar of incense I lit in front of the Buddha. The bitterness and melancholy at peace will continue to set off the dream of love and heartache. A kind of sadness is drawn from the bottom of my heart and stretched until the light beam can't touch it. Let dusk touch the pain in my heart, which is hidden in the black world.
54. In the night sky, the moon is dim and the stars are sparse, and the whole earth seems to be sleeping.
55. The dark night is like endless thick ink smeared on the sky, and there is not even a trace of starlight.
56. Twilight has begun, and the sky full of sunset clouds gradually becomes dim and colorless.
57. Clouds in the evening are colorful. Clouds turn red for a while, like delicate flowers; Blue for a while, like an endless sea; It is golden for a while, like a golden wheat field.
58. In the darkening sky, a three-quarters moon, as pale as porcelain, slowly passed over the towering office building.