1. The south wind often comes at dusk, and also brings its generous gift - silk rain; the softness of silk rain; the clothes become wet, the sadness of silk rain, the silence of falling, the speechlessness of silk rain. Beauty is both ruthless and affectionate. The poignant picture was suddenly watered by rain. It makes the evening more sad and the beauty more beautiful. And all of this is left unsaid.

2. Although the sunset is not as blazing as the morning sun, it is more reserved and not as bright as the morning sun, but it is more prosperous than the morning sun; although the sunset is not as brilliant as the morning glow, it is more colorful than the morning glow, not as bright as the morning glow, but more dignified than the morning glow.

3. I saw the sunset again. The sunset was so beautiful. Its red face reflected half of the sky, and its big eyes radiated light. Enveloping the world in its warmth and illuminating dark corners.

4. The sunset competes with the cold winter. Wherever the sun reaches, the crystal clear brilliance of ice and snow complements the sun. The wind, which is always incompatible with the sun, takes the opportunity to form an alliance with the cold winter, roars in and goes away. The trees lost the protection of the sun and shivered, and they could only complain when the wind hit. The animals wisely hid in their dens, letting the two extremes of hot and cold continue to confront each other. The air also loses its freedom and is forced to obey the cold. The cold winter separates the friendship between the sun and all things, making them look at each other and out of reach.

5. At this time, it was the time when the sun was setting in the west, and golden silence enveloped the grassland. The mountains in the distance were covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the milky white clouds on the other side also became fiery. The band is generally bright red. The grass waves subsided, and the returning cattle and sheep came from the distant grasslands; only the camels that did not return at night were still wandering around the lake near the willow forest.

6. The clouds reflect the setting sun, and the sky is so red that it sets off the deepening twilight. The evening breeze brings the coolness of autumn, and as the twilight permeates the forest, the fallen leaves dance in the wind. This indescribable beauty of sadness suddenly rose in my heart. The shadow of the setting sun casts a faint afterglow on the grass in front of the building.

7. The setting sun took back her thousands of golden needles, and her rouge-red face showed a bit of shyness. She hung diagonally on the top of the Western Mountain, looking at the lovely world with attachment. As a result, the stream shone with sparkling waves and flashed with magical colors, making people feel that this was the magnificent Crystal Palace, where colorful treasures were buried. The high and low willow trees are rendered gracefully by her, and the birds singing to each other make it really like a fairy tale world.

8. The sun shines its last brilliance on the branches of the trees in the forest, and a bright star shines in the blue sky.

9. After a while, the sun became redder, like a big round and red apple hanging proudly behind the horizon. The yellow clouds set off the sun, and the sun shone through the gaps in the clouds. , everything turned red, like it was on fire, bathed in the bright red sunshine.

10. The setting sun, like a big fireball, finally rolled down behind the Western Mountain. The sunset also took away her last afterglow, and the world became dim.

11. Dusk is a natural scene. Have you ever seen dusk? Although sometimes it is very ordinary, sometimes it can be so beautiful that people are intoxicated. During a trip, I accidentally saw the scene of dusk. At that time, a magical scenery and beautiful dusk appeared in my mind. When dusk comes, it feels very gentle, teetering on the horizon. Gradually, the round sun turned into a semicircle, and the sun's light was not as dazzling as usual, becoming more and more ethereal, and gradually becoming blurred. Under the weak sunlight, the color of the clouds changed from fiery red to orange. Gradually, the clouds turned into various shapes, the last light gradually disappeared, and the clouds turned black.

12. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the mountains and waters, intertwining into a fluttering picture, which is extremely magnificent.

13. The clouds in the evening are colorful. The clouds are red for a while, like delicate flowers; for a while, they are blue, like the vast sea; for a while, they are golden, like golden wheat fields.

14. In the dusk, a pair of figures came into my eyes.

The figures held hands and walked slowly, step by step, harmoniously but tirelessly. I looked up and saw a flash of silvery white in front of my eyes. It's an old couple. The old man and the old lady held hands just like they did when they first fell in love, but the wrinkles on their faces were trembling in the wind, and the silver hair on their heads echoed in the wind. They staggered forward, not as fast as before, but they still had smiles on their faces. A sweet, peaceful smile, laughing through all the hardships in life, laughing through all the sufferings of life, and finally laughing in the beautiful dusk reflected by the setting sun.

15. The dusk is like a big gray net, quietly falling down and covering the entire earth.

16. A hint of sadness, a touch of sadness, sunset, dusk and dawn. Warm a pot of wine, in the winter dusk, put your thoughts on the Yao Qin, sing and play a song as the dusk fades, with countless traces of desolation.

17. Summer evenings are passionate and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful skirt with lightly rolled temples; graceful and luxurious.

18. Get used to one’s world; get used to one’s days; get used to one’s sunset; get used to one’s imagination; get used to looking up at the sky alone; get used to watching the rain alone; get used to traveling far away alone ; Get used to listening to music alone. I have become accustomed to a person's stage. Are you accustomed to a life without him or her?

19. After a while, the faint light of the setting sun gave the earth a brilliance like cicada wings. The clouds were covered with golden light, walking slowly like a girl, gradually approaching the river. There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, like bright and dazzling colored satin, decorating the red and blue sky.

20. This is a scene similar to that in the garden on a summer evening. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, as calm as a golden mirror. In the middle of the woods, a small village appeared in the distance. When the dew falls, a herd of domestic animals walks towards home with a mixture of barks and hoofbeats, like a musical ensemble... You will definitely swear from your heart that you will never need a more beautiful scenery than this in your life. This beautiful dusk will disappear in two hours, so it is even more worthy of nostalgia. In order to protect its reputation and tell others to cherish themselves before they get tired of it, it turns into night at the right time.

21. The evening sun passes through the mountain peaks and is reflected in the water, as if there is a layer of rust on the water!

22. I don’t know when, I fell in love with the dusk in winter. When it gets dusk, the teahouse in front of my house is crowded with people. The setting sun sets in the corner of the teahouse, and the faint fragrance floats. The thin air is dyed with a layer of plain warmth, somewhat like the flavor of moon dusk. On the land that was illuminated, countless flying dust feathers turned into a few reddish glows on the horizon. People happily chatted and flowed in the sunshine of those years, and on the floating clouds, a line of rain fell at dusk from time to time, accompanying the dim dusk year after year, irrigating the lonely corners of those years. Living in the dusk, people's hearts are so moist that they want to take root. How can we find the loneliness that lasted for several months in those windy and rainy years?

23. The setting sun is already hanging in the mid-air, like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and their faces seem to be plated with a layer of gold; it shines on the water, and the river water becomes golden, like magical little stars shining; it shines on the green trees, and the green water becomes golden. The tree seemed to be rubbed with a layer of oil, making it appear greener.

24. Overlooking the town at dusk, it is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown. From the village with smoke curling up, a few dogs barking and cockcrows can be heard from time to time, as if It is a distant, hazy dream.

25. Walking in the red sunset of my hometown, in the shining sun, the faces of my relatives and the childhood memories imprinted in my heart are unforgettable.

26. After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light. It was bright red, and it seemed as if a steel plate weighing a thousand kilograms was pressed on it, and it gradually fell.

27. The sky, where there are no clouds, is already deep blue. In the blink of an eye, the round thing began to glow reddish from the bottom, gently, lighter than the clouds in the sky. At this time, the surroundings of the sun were covered with a layer of colorful afterglow by the clouds.

28. It’s dusk, but the sun still sets late and rises early, occupying most of the night. The night is like paper soaked in oil and turned into a translucent body; it is embraced by the sun and cannot be distinguished. Perhaps it is intoxicated by the sun, so the night after the sunset glow is also tinged with red.

29. That magical brilliance, alluring and selfless, in the bath of beauty, the barriers in the cold heart are quietly melting. In the sky, the flowing clouds pouring down like clear springs express emotions for the sunset. People are attracted by their thoughts in the astonishment and linger in silence. At this time, Heiye seized the opportunity, and at the moment when Qingshan hesitated, he dragged the setting sun into the valley bottom, and everything was immersed in tranquility.

30. At dusk, the entire colorful grassland was shrouded in the bright sunset and slowly darkened.

31. As the sunset gradually sets in the west, the orange-red light reflects everything red, and the yellow caragana flowers are also changing with the brilliance of the sunset at this moment. The light penetrated my heart so warmly that I couldn't help but be obsessed with it.

32. In late autumn, the dusk in Aksu is somewhat cold, and it can’t wait to wake people up. The setting sun has receded a lot, leaving only the dark red in the sky, which is obviously no longer dazzling. As my thoughts wander, I seem to see another kind of warmth rippling in the coldness. My heart is gentle, with a little more joy and a little less sadness. Continuing forward, I suddenly felt as if I was not walking a forest path, but the path of life, the path of life.

33. The clouds in the evening change rapidly. The cloud in front of you was just a running little pig, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a lazy pig; it was obviously a mature wheat field, but before you could see it clearly, it turned into an island floating in Nansha ……

34. In the evening, all kinds of strange clouds appeared in the sky. The setting sun adds a mysterious color to it. Some look like a frog prince, with a shining crown on his head. Some are like little white rabbits running, which are illuminated by the sunset. Others are like little flowers saying hello to the sunset. So endearing.

35. Appreciating the evening clouds is also a beautiful enjoyment. The setting sun is like their mother. She is seen dancing with colorful paint sticks, and the sky becomes a colorful zoo. Here, an orange-red deer is running happily, and over there, a ferocious tiger rushes over with its bloody mouth open. Suddenly, the deer turned into a big golden lion, but the tiger was blown away by a gust of wind...

36. The distant mountains in the color are as dark and magnificent as Dai Dai. In the vast sky, I saw the two poplars and green pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and they looked more vigorous and taller under the sunset. The whirling branches and leaves revealed a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops, falling little by little. I quickly picked up my digital camera and captured that moment; snap! The beautiful silhouette - tree: like a man standing tall, entered my "shutter".

37. It was an empty land with surging wheat waves. Everything on the land seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gold, shining dimly and brightly under the setting sun, and facing the Behind the setting sun is a long, elongated shadow. These shadows gradually set in the sunset, crossing the mountains and forests, leaving behind a deep dusk and silence; overflowing over the creek, dissolving the dark gray twilight into the gurgling stream; flying over the village, leaving behind a patch of starry light. And the light of the moon, and when all the shadows reach the boundless yellow, the night falls.

38. The setting sun casts golden light on the earth, the entire ancient city was covered with a golden veil like cicada wings, and the earth was cast in a mysterious color.

39. The setting sun and sunset glow are the mature morning sun and morning glow. They are the preparation for the next dawn, the hope for the next dawn, and the short and classic pictographic words of the sun temporarily bidding farewell to the world. .

40. Under the autumn sunset, the scattered autumn leaves, swaying reeds, cool evening breeze, and returning geese flying south all tell people that cold autumn is coming. The fallen grass and dead leaves everywhere were golden, and while they were swaying, they were so soft and quiet, without a ripple or a whimper.

The sky is filled with colorful clouds, the distant mountains are vast, and the tired birds are flying back. All this exaggerates a peaceful poignancy. Moreover, it was dripping all the way to the distant mountains.

41. These clouds are like a magician, sometimes turning themselves into flying horses, sometimes turning themselves into cute little rabbits, sometimes turning themselves into ferocious big bad wolves, sometimes... ...So many little animals are on the "stage", as if they are performing a wonderful show.

42. It’s getting late today, and black clouds have quietly invaded the sky. The sun must have been anxious, getting redder and redder, desperately falling to the west. After a while, only a crescent-like edge was left. When the black clouds saw that the sun was hiding, they became even more arrogant, occupying the entire sky and refusing to show any light. The sun has long since lost its shadow, leaving only a circle of residual golden light.

43. The dim dusk gradually became lowered, the sky and the earth were sutured together, and the boundless wheat fields turned from green to blue and dark gray.

44. The rays of light turned the little white pig into a golden little pig, and the child's face was also illuminated by the rays of light. In general, everything changes color after being illuminated by sunlight.

45. These clouds are colorful and ever-changing. You see them looking like lanterns hanging in the sky for a while; after a while, these lanterns turn into a market in the sky; and after a while, a group of sheep ran over, and I saw the big sheep grazing, and the little sheep following closely. Behind the sheep, they seemed to be calling "baa, baa, baa"; after a while, the sheep turned into pigs and stole watermelons! In the blink of an eye, the greedy Zhu Bajie turned into a swimming dragon again. It was so interesting...

46. The sunset reflected the sunset on the horizon red, and the clouds seemed to be on fire. It was so It’s so gorgeous and colorful, maybe this is the legendary Huoshaoyun! The setting sun, the red autumn setting sun, has long lost its once scorching power, taking on a weak posture that one can look directly at and feel its irreversible momentum of sinking towards the Western Mountains.

47. The setting sun was replaced by the dawn moon, and the dusk disappeared in silence. Many people think that night and dusk are similar, and night is a continuation of dusk. However, the moon hangs high, and the night covers the ground, which is desolate. There is no special beauty brought by dusk, so the night is only desolate. There is no place to appreciate the emotions of Qi Qi and find a place for separation and sadness to rest. Perhaps because of this, people choose to relieve their sorrows at dusk instead of at night.

48. The sun will eventually sink into the darkness, and the original golden light has turned into a dark red blood light. The flowing clouds that are slightly closer are also rising with red firelight, reflecting the sparkling light. The shimmering sea also reflected the sea in red. A hazy light smoke rises from the earth, lingering around the luxuriant grass and gurgling water. The dusk crow sits on the dead branches and makes a lonely call from time to time. The mountains in the distance are silent and gradually dim in the golden light. Go down. And people look at the dusk, hoping for the coming of dreams, but in the end they close the door to the dusk. And outside the door, there are still hazy dusk smoke, dusk crows perching on dead trees, and the gradually dimming golden light...

49. The dusk glow always looks like the falling red sun. It splashes from the Cangshan Mountain in the western sky. Why is the sky filled with colorful clouds at dusk? This is the product of the cooperation between the thick, impure atmosphere surrounding the earth and sunlight. The red sun sets in the west, and the slanting sunlight passes through a thicker atmosphere than the sun does at any time in the sky. At this time, the upper atmosphere in the western sky has earlier and in large quantities caused short-wave light such as blue and violet light to become scattered light. Therefore, the lower atmosphere scatters mainly long-wave red light, which has stronger penetrating power than short-wave light. , orange light, in the eyes of people and animals, Miyan is just the scenery of "sunset and red mist flying over the western mountains". In fact, behind the red clouds in the sky, the sky still presents a vast, dreamy and peaceful blue.

50. Looking down at the town at dusk, it is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown. From the village with smoke curling up, a few barking dogs and roosters can be heard from time to time. It seemed like a distant, hazy dream.

51. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction. This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life.

Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, in the east, who is composing songs for whom; in the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by.

52. In an instant, the sunset is about to fall into the ground, getting closer and closer to the ground... I know that this charming sunset will see us again soon, It is about to go to the other side of the earth and bring a beautiful dawn to the people there.

53. At dusk, I put away the long thread of sadness and stared at the earth with my black pupils. There was still singing and dancing, but there was still a group of people, lonely in the dim lights, watching the direction of another group of people leaving. The sound of flute and erhu floated faintly in the air, hoarse and melodious.

54. The setting sun is different from the morning sun in that it has a unique light; the setting sun is different from the scorching sun at noon in that it gives up its strong and dazzling light.

55. The clouds in the evening change rapidly. The clouds in front of you, which just a moment ago were filled with flowers blooming in the garden, turn into a forest full of birds singing and fragrant flowers in the blink of an eye. It is obviously a galloping horse with four hooves and wind, but before you can fully see it, it turns into a continuous line. The undulating, winding Great Wall...

56. The blood-red sunset slowly sank among the scattered clouds and clouds, casting a rose-colored slanting glow on the river.

57. Dusk is coming, and the sunset is burning like a flame, covering half of the sky. The air nearby seems to be particularly clear, like glass.

58. The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the trivial dark clouds, like Cinderella putting on beautiful glass slippers, the whole sky suddenly becomes brighter, making people feel relaxed and happy. The patches of fire clouds have distinct layers, and their colors gradually become lighter from west to east. Those fragmented clouds seem to be several islands painted with bright colors on the map, or like golden or red waves rolling and jumping on the azure sea, or like a girl's golden curly hair, elegant and noble, which is amazing.

59. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction. This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life. Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, in the east, who is composing songs for whom; in the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by.

60. The clouds in the evening, just as Grandma Bing Xin said, "Words are the most useless things in the world. They cannot describe this ethereal and wonderful scene." No, maybe my imagination is not enough. Rich, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, allowing people to enjoy the beautiful scenery in their free time and guess the various stories it creates.

61. In the hurried world, there are thousands of appearances and thousands of romances. Who can have the last laugh, who can be on the stage of success, and who can be surrounded by stars like a moon. Worldly things are like chess. Perhaps only by relying on the dusk alone can you decompress your soul and throw away all worries, helplessness and pursuit. Life is like the dusk of the setting sun and the wind, and tomorrow is the dawn of dawn.

62. It is dusk now. The setting sun sets over the mountains, and the lake surface, mixed with scaly waves, looks so soft and lingering. The willow leaves also became silent against this desolate background, and the fish in the water became even more tactful and entangled. I like dusk, not only because of its beautiful pictures, but also because of its connection with sadness.

63. Dusk may not always represent sadness. I still love dusk, but what I love most is its light, its soft and hopeful light. It ended the day with the most beautiful scenery, and didn’t it inspire the Ming Dynasty with exquisite colors?

64. In the warm glow of the setting sun, the hard-working and simple people go through hardships and remove the heavy rakes from their shoulders. The setting sun gives them a holy halo, enclosing the fatigue of the years and the heaviness of life. , giving them ease. The setting sun gives everything she has to the world and to the earth. Only then can there be thousands of rays of light, beautiful mountains and rivers, quiet mountains and villages, and hard-working and simple people.

65. The sun, after going through a glorious journey, gradually sank to the west, still leaving behind the quiet beauty of dusk and a calm and peaceful solemnity. Every day, my faltering steps will always accompany me. At sunset, I walk towards the sunset with a calm, calm and unrestrained attitude.

66. The setting sun is different from the morning sun in that it has a unique light; the setting sun is different from the scorching sun at noon in that it gives up its strong and dazzling light. When we look straight into the distance at dusk, we can see the sunset. At this time, we can face it with our naked eyes, and the endless sunset becomes beautiful, because with it, the mind becomes unfathomable.

67. When the sunset turns to the west, it is no longer so dazzling. It is so big, so red, so round, hanging on the top of the tree. When you look at him, you will instantly have endless fantasies, endless hopes, and endless courage.

68. In the evening, the sunset burned the sky red. There are people coming and going on the beach at the seaside. Some people were swimming, some were picking up shells, and some were playing. The laughter and laughter were like waves. The cool sea water washes away people's fatigue and heat, making people feel relaxed and refreshed.

69. In the evening in the northern countryside, after the sunset fades, the sky and earth turn into silver gray. The milky white smoke and gray twilight mist blended together, as if the walls, roof ridges, tree tops and street entrances were all covered with a thin layer of cellophane, making them looming and floating, creating a somewhat magical atmosphere. . The little midges became active, buzzing and whirling in groups. The cuckoo was in the woods by the river, whistling with a hoarse voice. It didn't know what had disturbed it, so it dragged its voice and flew away into the distance...

70. Suddenly, on the horizon, A big and ugly dog ??appeared. It was running in front, and there seemed to be a big lion chasing behind it. After a while, the big dog stopped, and the lion stopped too, so they started fighting... Within five minutes, the lion, the king of beasts, disappeared. Then came a sheep, which ate the delicious green grass of the meadow as it walked. A plane flew over, drawing a silvery white river on the grass in the sky. The lamb didn't notice at all and continued to eat the fresh grass.

71. At sunset, the sky was filled with dark red clouds, reflecting on the water, turning the river into a rose color.

72. As night falls, the deep blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, blinking and blinking, as if inviting people to travel in the vast space.

73. The dusk is beautiful and moving. Among the hurried footsteps and the students, it seems that I am alone leaning against the dusk. I like the remaining warmth of the dusk. I feel the dusk's breath and hear the dusk. To my gentle whisper, I integrated my body and mind into the dusk, as if I were the setting sun in the dusk, coming and going in a hurry, shouldering my own responsibilities and carrying my own dreams in my haste. The brilliance is all gone, but in the end, only the remaining light is left. In the rush of the world, there is nothing worth lingering on. Only the dream of reappearing the light in my heart supports myself, even if the night comes, there will be no regrets, no matter success or failure. , the rush of life, the scenery in the process is like spring rain that nourishes my dry heart.

74. Under the glow of the rays, the sky seemed to be on fire. Sometimes the color of the rays also changes. Sometimes it's red, sometimes it's golden, and so on. There are so many colors, and there are some colors that can't be named.

75. After a few minutes, the sun turned red, and the face seemed to be painted with light red rouge, gently. Ah, the sun loves beauty so much!

76. After the rain, on the clean road, under the dim sky, in the dim yellow color, I feel the smell of earth, smell the fragrance of flowers, and look at the green fields. Very happy. At this moment, my heart felt like it was hit by something, knocking off the still-settling dust on it, and suddenly it felt very light.

77. The subtle dark purple of dusk gradually spreads from the sky and flows into the brilliant sunset in the west.

78. The clouds next to the sunset change in many colors. Sometimes they are lily, sometimes golden, sometimes half purple and half yellow, sometimes half gray and half red. As long as you blink, it turns into rosewood color again. Yes, it’s so colorful and ever-changing.

79. Dusk is the moment when the setting sun draws down the night. For some reason, it always seems to give people a feeling of loneliness.

Perhaps, behind the dusk, people can always hear the footsteps of the night, gradually approaching, so even though it is gorgeous, it still adds a touch of melancholy to people. When I was young, I loved playing outside at dusk, flying kites on the playground, and walking on the beach. The sunset at that moment was neither dazzling nor scorching, and the temperature was just right. It would not make me sweat or make me feel stuffy and suffocating.