2, The evening sky was not gloomy, but had a bright blue color, and the mountains were tinted with a thin reddish hue by the setting sun.
3, the setting sun's afterglow stained the white clouds wandering in the blue sky, but also for them to set a bright crystal lace, these white clouds a moment into a rose of the evening sun.
4. Another sunset. The sun gradually fell from the sky, rendering the whole sky. It was either purple and slightly tinted, red like fire, or orange like maple leaves, beautiful and spectacular.
5, a touch of sadness, a few touch of sadness, sunset and dusk dawn. Warm a pot of wine, in the winter twilight, the heart into the yaoqin, sing and play a song gradually twilight, a thousand strands, drops of bleak intention.
6, sunset, my hometown sunset. You are like a painting that will flow, flow are the most beautiful colors; you are like a wonderful show, wonderful in its most perfect curtain call!
7. When I came to the beach, I saw a dazzling ball of fire slowly sinking down. I walked on the soft sandy beach, found a smooth boulder to sit down, mesmerized to enjoy this beautiful sunset.
8. The sun gathered its blinding rays and turned into a red, round face. The blue sky, like a big clear lake. Slowly, the color grew stronger, like the lake was rising.
9, the sun in the western mountain beams a wobble, sinking, a few white clouds in the sky dispersed, into a colorful evening sunshine. The sun was sleepy, yawning and stretching, slowly sliding down the western hill.
10, I love the vigor of the sunrise, but I love the gentleness and maturity of the setting sun even more. He gives a comfort, a caress, a rebirth of courage and strength! I love the setting sun, I marvel at the beauty of the setting sun ......
11, every day, the setting sun to the end of the ancient posture to fall down, it knocked on the edge of the mountain knife-like corner, broken. The fragments splashed up and gradually turned into a bright light, making everything in the world extraordinarily distinct.
12, overlooking the dusk of the town, like a golden moon fell from the river in the sky, kissing the hometown of the countryside, from the smoke curling up the village, from time to time, a few barking dogs and chickens, as if it is a distant, hazy dream.
13, dreamy golden top in the head, the distant mountains draped in a golden veil, everything is golden golden, even their own breath like infected. I just realized that it was evening, to sunset.
14, at this time, the sun's face is bright red, bright red, its light as if by who swept away as if, no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It receded slowly to the west, as gentle and serene as a saucy maiden.
15. At first it was a ball of light, so blinding that I dared not look at it. This ball of light is also like a fixed hydrogen balloon hanging in the sky, has not landed. I was looking forward to seeing the sunset, but it was very slow.
16. Dusk is this shore, the most ethereal ambush before the break of dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most pleasant ending before the break. This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life. Laughing and sighing at the red dust, the east, who is for whom the song; the west, still dusk, smoke and clouds.