The sun shines, the sun shines, the sun shines, and the sun burns.
The hot sun, the hot sun, the hot sun, is already noon.
Sun is high, sky is high, sky is high, sky is high.
The sun is high, the sun is poisonous, the sun is full of sky, and the sun is full of sky.
The warm sunshine shuttles through the micro-breathing. Comfortable and long. The fragrance of rosewood permeates the spring and all the emptiness between heaven and earth. In the sun, it is a wonderful dust, mumbling, full of the once unfathomable shadow of loneliness and elegance.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
Sunny flowers bloom like sunshine, and sunflowers lose the sun and the purpose and direction of rotation.
The continuous spring rain makes the air cool and thin. In Chengdu, sunshine is stingy. Even in spring, there is little bright sunshine, usually leaving only a lead-gray background or rain. But this year, the sunshine is getting better every day. Those warm breath broke the thin poem in the sadness of plum blossom three lane.
In the hot sun, on both sides of the road, mature grain is so hot that it bends down and lowers its head. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, and then make a weak and noisy sound in wheat and black wheat fields, in wheat and black wheat fields, and among the reeds on the shore.
The warm sunshine shuttles through the micro-breathing. Comfortable and long. The fragrance of rosewood permeates the spring and all the emptiness between heaven and earth. Under the sun, it is a wonderful dust, mumbling innocence, full of the once unfathomable shadow of loneliness and elegance.
The sun shone warmly, and my mood suddenly cleared up. I don't like talking when I enjoy the sunshine. I just prayed silently in my heart. May the kind host give us a happy life.
The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, the girl in spring smiles, and the sunshine and red light beam come over and gently touch you, like a young mother's hand. I really want to take off the spring sunshine and make a bookmark. Then, the sunshine every day can be caught in the gap of the book, and there can be an open and bright book and a warm embrace.
Sunrise is the most magnificent scenery in nature. It has been praised by poets and writers for thousands of years, but I can't help writing it, because the beauty of sunrise will never end.
At sunset, there is only one last sun left. The autumn wind is cool, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and drinking under the tree is more worrying. The setting sun is more like blood, the afterglow ripples in the heart lake, the heart lake reflects the sun more, the blood must be sad under the sun, and the peach blossom garden is in the dream.
A few minutes later, a strong wind blew, and with the help of the east wind, the sun suddenly emerged from the dark clouds. At that moment, the golden sunshine sprinkled on the treasure land of Huangshan Mountain, and our faces were also golden. Dark clouds seem to be afraid of the sun and hide far away. The gray sky suddenly brightened up.
The eastern sky is pale red. The red is getting deeper and wider. I think the sun is coming. It turns out that the reddish color is Xia Hong, which is a precursor to the coming sun. The sun seems to be joking with me. When I wasn't looking, it suddenly slipped out and appeared in many tall buildings. I can only vaguely see its round face. At this time, the sun turned pale pink, and the lower part of the face was almost connected with the sky. I can't tell where the sun is and where the sky is. The sun is like a bird without freedom. It is firmly tied and slowly flies upwards. Even with the power of milk, it can only fly a little higher. In an instant, the bird flew a little, turned orange and brighter, but there was no light around. After a while, the sun approached gold and the sky turned red.
When the sun rises above half, everything around it is completely illuminated. At this time, the east is red, just like the blue sky lit a fire and burned half the sky, which is very spectacular. At this time, no matter how great people see this scene, they will also realize their own smallness.
Peeking at the bright sunshine through the gap between my fingers, I can't help but indulge in its dazzling light. Every inch of sunshine it releases, oh, I want to have it. Lying in a rocking chair, I fell asleep unconsciously, but the sun seems to be still in my dream. Forgetting the complexity of the city, I enjoyed the sunshine easily.
Next to the orange petals, there is a faint blush. Thick clouds were also burned red, and the sky was inlaid with traces of afterglow. Then stop at the treetop for a while, and you can see its afterglow, and finally end silently.
I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Every day, I see the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the ground and then disappeared. Every day is like this! Whether I stop my flying pen and look out of the window, whether I walk in the shade of trees or sweat profusely on the court, I can see the sunset and watch its afterglow brush my face.
In less than half an hour, the sunset was on the water, and the orange corner kept the lake flashing. After a while, the sunset began to recede. She restrained her gorgeous clothes and became more and more dim. Her red face has returned to its original color, and she looks like a kind old man.
The sun is setting, and the surrounding clouds are dyed purple, red, light pink and orange, which is really beautiful. A few minutes later, I looked at the sun and found that the sun was like a shy little girl hiding in a house made of clouds. Finally, a little sunshine disappeared. I said to myself: The sun has come to another part of the earth, bringing warmth to people there.
The clouds overhead are blue, and the sea of clouds at the foot is gray. Standing on the sea of clouds, we really feel like immortals. Look around us, it is already crowded with people. Gradually, the sun in the east rose very high, and suddenly a beautiful picture was taken.
I always like to look at the sun through my fingers and watch it shine its own light on the earth. From noon to night, draw a perfect arc in the air. Mom is always busy. After a while, cotton-padded jackets were hung on the hangers on the balcony, and snowshoes were lined up in the corner. Mother said she would sunbathe them and let the sun sprinkle a strange perfume on their cotton-padded jackets. I hung a big question mark, and my mother just smiled mysteriously and said, the sun has set!
Smiling face is the warm sun, greeting is a ray of caring sunshine, and sincere friendship and care are unforgettable for life. Sunshine sincerity, sunshine enthusiasm, sunshine friendship and sunshine love make every heart deeply yearn for it. With caring blessings, you will heal the wounds of your heart, and smiling greetings will give you sunshine of your heart.
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
The color of youth moistens the earth, but the tree without love bears ruthless fruit. In that hasty moment, beauty and ugliness gathered together, like the sky, the earth, flowers and trees, so that everyone could see and appreciate them. This is not a miracle. Everything is long and distressing.
You don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, and you don't know the dream until you wake up. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to see the withered flowers. Who buried his lifelong promise in front of your grave? The picture of the mortal world, whose love for life and death? In the end, it can only remain unchanged for 1000 years. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, I feel sad, but I can't hide the mottled time. Burning elegance, who has become the flower on the other side?
All the endings have been written and all the tears have begun, but suddenly I forget what kind of beginning this is. In that ancient summer, I never came back. No matter how much I pursue young people, you are just passing by. Your smiling face is shallow and gradually disappears behind the sunset. Then I opened the yellow title page, and fate bound it badly. I read and reread with tears in my eyes, but I have to admit that Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Time can't dilute pain, but dusty memories. When the small fragments of the past are accidentally aroused by random things, I will feel happy or sad, but I always feel that the memories are sweet, but I always feel the cone-shaped pain and tears can't be controlled.
In the morning, the sun shyly shows half a face, like a newly married wife.
When the sun goes down, its particularly bright light shines from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.
The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a swollen red face, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.
Brilliant sunshine permeates the campus through the cracks in the leaves and the fog in the morning.
The sun is lower, the blood is red, and the dazzling light waves on the water surface extend from the seaside to the ship.
The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, the peach clouds were reflected on the running water, the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to light a fire.
In spring, the sunshine is warm, and the warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable.
The spring breeze dispersed the clouds, and the sun smiled happily, sprinkling warmth and brilliance on the lake.
The scorching sun is high in the air, and the red light shoots at the ground like a rocket, and the ground catches fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boils.
I dare not look up at the sun. I just think everything is dazzling. The air, the roof and the ground are all white. White is red. From top to bottom, it is like a fire mirror. Each one is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything would burn.
In late autumn, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, nodding like a husband with a smile.
The sunshine in late autumn, like an orange lampshade, radiates soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year round, and it is so busy in winter that it can hardly release heat.
The warm sunshine passed through the thick leaves and turned into a golden spot.
The towering mountains in the distance are particularly beautiful in the sun, covered with a golden coat.
Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.