A recitation praising the sunset.

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. Then what poems do you know that praise sunset red? I have compiled some model essays praising the sunset red for you, hoping to help you.

Some people always say that beauty doesn't matter when you are 50 or 60 years old. This statement is all wet! Sunset is the most beautiful age, warm and calm, but it is the most beautiful sunset red!

Once the sunset was beautiful, beautiful and quiet!

The beauty of the sunset is the beauty of silence, without affectation or affectation. The beauty of life is not in age, not in youth, just like sunset, just like burning beauty and beauty, which makes people sing and whisper.

When people are old, they prefer silence and love silence. They often sit there alone and meditate, and their thoughts gallop in the time tunnel of history.

The second sunset is beautiful, beautiful and calm!

There is no frivolity of youth, no impetuousness of young adults, and no impulse to be competitive. But it is gentler, more weathered, more calmly sees through the world scenery, and more mature in secular life.

Looking back on the road we have traveled for decades, Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much.

Three sunsets are beautiful, and beauty lies in contentment!

People are old, running around, worrying too much, getting old? Slow life? There should be a sense of contentment, follow one's inclinations, let nature take its course, care for mountains and rivers and support them for life; Be indifferent to fame and fortune, learn to give up, love life and know how to cherish it; Old and immortal, old and strong, long life.

See you in the park in the morning to practice taiji sword; Turn on the tape recorder to listen to famous passages of Beijing opera, listen for a while, and sing by yourself for a while; Then, I talked and laughed with some old friends, carefree.

The beauty of the fourth sunset is clear!

Things have changed, and it has experienced decades of ups and downs. What remains unchanged is the high mountains and flowing water, and what changes is the people coming and going; What remains unchanged is the alternation of seasons, but what changes is the warmth and coldness of human feelings; What remains unchanged is that time flies, and what changes is the sophistication of the people.

Understand when you are old, and relax when you are old. I am so happy to be idle. Everything is changing, so are we. In the process of changing and unchanging, it is very important to grasp your own mentality.

Five degrees of sunset beauty, beauty is calm!

The colorful clouds emitted by the sunset dyed half the sky red. The whole sky is simply beautiful. It's like we're back to the days when passion was burning.

Go to see the sun, although it is brilliant, don't be afraid of dusk! Because, we used to be beautiful, and now we are still in the most beautiful stage of our lives. As long as you live a healthy and happy life, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The true beauty of the sunset is inspiring and inspiring. All middle-aged friends should praise the sunset red in unison, cheer up, exert their residual heat, hold their heads high and stride on the road full of hope!

Psalm 2 praising the sunset, I like that sentence: I only wish the world is stable, the years are quiet, and I often smile in meditation; I like that sentence: whether you see it or not, I am there, willing to taste the vicissitudes of life in a box of infatuation.

Twist a finger into your arms; Pick a green leaf and whisper; Pick up a touch of emotion and touch the heart; Let the clear air stagnate, let the mind peel off all the glitz and noise, smell the quiet taste lightly, and feel the purity and breadth of heaven and earth on the winding road. ......

I have you in my life, even if it is only an illusion in the end. I am crazy for you, crazy for you, willing, no matter who is who's reincarnation, I don't think about who will continue with whom.

The most beautiful scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart; There is an encounter in the world, not on the road, but in the heart. There is a companion in the world, not around, in the soul.

With the tenderness of a wisp of wind, we can embrace the pure white and clearness of a full moon, boil a pot of idle flow, and let the sediment deposited in our hearts sublimate in the quiet and ethereal, and fade away like smoke.

A wandering with deep feelings will eventually cross the gap between fate and destination. Even if you ask the autumn wind, the fallen leaves are dyed red, and the story is still the scenery after the prosperity.

Looking at flowers in the fog, who is waiting for old age. Looking out in the dream and getting used to loneliness, one person is the whole world.

Because of you, the world of mortals touched my fleeting legend, so I promised you a lifetime of tenderness, and you gave me a lifetime of lingering, just like that, I cherish each other.

The world is beautiful and fragile, so there is no need to panic. As long as you are quiet, you will be broad.

If you always meet outside the mountains and rivers, it is better to wait at the ferry of life. Look at fate,

How to rearrange the fate between you and me?

Waiting for a leisurely and quiet beauty, so that my thoughts are as fragrant as flowers. Looking back, a cool wind in a tree, a warm sun in a window and a quiet sound are enough!

At the corner of the fleeting time, watch a scene of people coming and going, gathering and parting, spring blossoming, and the past is like smoke

Who, on the edge of the sky, smiles and whispers;

Who is it, in the corner of the sea, holding a light ink and hiding it deep? ......

Fate has arrived, and we have been snuggling together since then, even looking back and smiling, all with beauty. Fate has arrived, once we turn around, we are strangers, and even once we turn around, we no longer want to stay.

If there is a fate, the world is near, if there is no chance, the world is near, and if the land is wide, I will sleep alone. The sky is high and wide, and I only cut a sunrise. Wave after wave, I only picked up a spray.

The lawn in the warm sun is soft and attractive. Maybe you just want to get drunk in the grass and not talk about vicissitudes and loneliness. In this way, with the soft past resting on your pillow, let the wind flow gently like water, let the bright sunshine always send you to the edge of your dream and enjoy the warmth and tranquility of that moment.

Life itself is a lonely time, wandering in the boundless night sky like a meteor, just walking blindly, forgetting the sadness and stopping. Is the journey of life doomed to loneliness, or is it unwilling to stay because you can't put it down?

Light as water, misty as smoke, irrelevant, always connected. Give up the love of the world, send a message for three lives. I only wish the sky was bright and the moon was round.

The flower of dust is also beautiful, and everything in the world is not humble. If you have this kind of scenery, why envy you to be a fairy one day?

Don't love worldly glitz, don't write about the world of mortals, don't lament that the world is cold, and don't make people sad. Look at the flowers, wait for the flowers to fall, be warm and cold, and be as clean as ever.

Learn to give life a meter of sunshine! In the ever-changing life, there will always be a meter of sunshine, which will break through the heavy haze and reach the depths of the soul, giving infinite warmth to the weak life.

In this changeable world, some right and wrong are always elusive, and some true and false are always memorable. Miss brothers who share life and death may betray you at a certain moment, making them give up too many things, not just the lust in their hearts, because this is the strangeness of the sea of people, so don't believe in happiness and ending at any time!

This scenery is a beautiful poem that can't be written, a beautiful song that can't be sung, a charming picture scroll that can't be appreciated enough, a bouquet of fragrant flowers that can't be smelled, and an emotional book that can't be read.

Some people say that life is a journey, everyone is on the way, and everyone is unconsciously living the scenery along the way. Many times, life is like water, the stone sinks into the sea, and the waves are stormy; Many times, if life is a dream, look back and dream happily.

Who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, who condenses into tears for whom for thousands of years. Who guards the Sangtian Sea for whom, who guards the night until the day. Who boils moss into white hair for whom, who consumes youth into flowers for whom.

Once, once, deep and shallow, bit by bit, as if nothing had happened, all drifted away in memory; A meditation, a curtain of snow moon, the wind between the eyebrows, the past intentional field, and finally drunk in this ethereal dreamland. ......

Open a window in the world of mortals, Taoyuan, only exists in your own heart.

It is better to leave a love than a scenery. I will stand alone in the clear autumn, weaving a dream curtain in the mottled flower shadows.

Praise the sunset. Psalm 3 Spring says that summer is getting old.

Summer says autumn is getting old,

Autumn says that winter has passed,

Is it getting old in winter? No, winter is not old.

In winter, with fond memories of spring,

In winter, I have a warm summer experience.

In winter, there is a rich autumn harvest,

I believe that in the leisurely winter,

The pride of being old.

Without the innocence of spring,

Without the impetuousness of summer,

Without the noise of autumn,

Winter is so quiet, calm and carefree.

Without the pressure of studying,

Without hard work for a living,

Without the temptation of fame and fortune,

Life is so calm, true and beautiful.

Life begins with retirement,

Friends!

Every day is a holiday,

Every day is a holiday,

Every day is a weekend,

Every day is Freedom Day.

Every day is an art festival,

Every day is a tourist festival,

Every day is Valentine's Day,

Every day is the Double Ninth Festival.

Life is like a book, the older you get, the wiser you get.

Life is like a song. The older you get, the more excited you get.

Life is picturesque, and the older you get, the more connotation you have.

Life is like a can of wine, the older you get, the better it gets.

Dear old friends,

Don't be lonely, don't worry!

We have completed our own life experience,

We have tickets for the Happy Old Club!

We still have the nourishment of love,

There are still feelings around us,

Let's squint and meditate happily.

Let's embrace life with open arms!

Sunset like the rising sun,

It is so gorgeous and beautiful!

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