The afterglow of the sunset and the bloody dusk, a pair of golden married old people, supporting each other, hobbled in the corner of the community park, which is a beautiful scenery. The following is a beautiful sunset sentence I shared with you. I hope you like it.
1. A stream of green water is full of spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
2. After the rain, the mangroves in Yaocun are in the sunset.
3. The setting sun is crazy in Pingsha, and the stars are high and low in Gansu.
Waterfalls, firs and pine trees often bring rain, and the sunset is green and blue.
The new moon has given birth to birds and the sun is setting.
6. The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset.
7. It rains only when it is faint red, and several soft willows are mixed with kitchen smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
8. With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
9. Ma Zhiyuan has a small bridge with flowing water, an ancient road with thin horses in the west wind and heartbroken people in the sunset.
10. Thousands of years ago, I fished for the bright moon and got the sunset in Wan Li, Sha Ou. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
1 1. Ask the sunset when you are drunk. No matter how old you are, it is easy to go to the Western Wall.
12. When one day you walk out of the confusion of life and look back in the sunset, the crooked and stumbling steps behind you constitute a precious glimpse in the annual ring of your life, which will always make you infinitely moved and gratified when you think back, and will never be forgotten.
13. When the sun sets slowly and the first sunset illuminates the rice fields, the rice fields suddenly turn golden. When the first sunset illuminates the branches, the branches turn golden green. When the first sunset lit up the trees in the distance, the trees turned hazy gold. When the first sunset lit up the distant sky, I saw hope beyond the sky.
14. Stand silently, rhyme with sunset glow, spread poetry with the sound of grass color, and write the fate of past lives and the encounter of this life with pure heart. Extremely far away, a dream, so close, so far away. I have always believed that only a touch of dust can sway fragrance, just like a touch of friendship can last for a long time, just like this shallow Xia Feng, turning into an ethereal figure and plucking my heartstrings.
15. The sunset ended, the moonlight returned, the breeze opened half a ripple, the corridor copied Xiao Liang, and the night view of Laiming Lake was bleak, and the pace was in a hurry, so I didn't want to stay, and the evening breeze was cool. Compared with the unnamed lake, how can it be a word difference? Time is gentle, how can I meet you and miss it once?
16. In the evening, the sunset is like an intoxicating sunset glow on the horizon. Couples over 70 years old are walking in the afterglow of sunset. The old lady was sitting in a wheelchair with her head tilted, her eyes drooping, her face expressionless and her legs stiff. The old woman pushed slowly behind, and a golden ginkgo leaf slipped off her shoulder.
17. The light of the sunset disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. It feels like the last scene of an era.
18. I wandered in the autumn harvest, and the golden wheat waves smiled at the sunset. I wandered in the bleak winter, and the snowflakes reflected crystal tears. As time goes by, I savor the true meaning of life without hesitation.
19. Sunset is the time I miss most. I said to your city: I miss you. I wonder if you can hear me. The best love, no shortage of days, no shortage of old age, just want to be together, nothing more. Once, once, you remembered me when you listened to the song.
20. I like the sunset from dusk to sparse treetops, which is far warm to your heart, giving you a wish to stop for warmth.
2 1. The afterglow of the sunset always brings a poetic romance, which makes people sigh with nostalgia. The sky in the twilight is always beautiful. In the distance, the sky is dotted with clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects the mountains and rivers, interweaving into a picture scroll of ecstasy, which is magnificent.
22. On the horizon, the sun is setting and birds are returning to the south. I know that there is no banquet that never ends, and sometimes parting is to get together better. Thinking of this, my eyebrows will stretch a lot and my heart will calm down.
23. How beautiful the world is, how beautiful the family is. Who can hold the sunset on the horizon, wrap it on the top of the mountain, make it dark and make the ground dark? The eyes are the windows of the soul, that's when the eyes turn around, if the eyes are as dark as the sky before the rain. The window of the soul will be closed for a long time, or it may not be opened.
24. Whenever the sun sets, with the arrival of the night, although I don't know how long the years are, I know that I am not old; Although I am still young, the wind runs after years, and years run after time. Time has taken away my youth, but not my young heart; No matter how long my life is, I will cook a bowl of warm porridge in the evening, enjoy happiness with time and grow old with people I know.
In 2008, I looked up at the blue sky in the direction of sunset. You and I passed by, and then we were silent.
26. In the afterglow of the sunset and bloody dusk, a pair of golden married old people helped each other and hobbled in the corner of the community park, which was a very beautiful scenery. Looking at each other's increasingly turbid eyes is like examining a heavy masterpiece of life. Trying to search for the smoke clouds in the past, the moment of heartbeat and unexpected moment reappeared in front of my eyes, urging some tears.
27. Who is waiting for the sun to set under the bridge and listening to the face of the gurgling stream fade away? The ships under the bridge walk slowly, and the raindrops are like endless thoughts, gathering into a line, and the pace of the pedestrians gathers into a point, so that you can see the warmth and coldness of the world.
28. I always see the sunset, the blurred back and the blooming sunset glow, which are your foil. In the twilight, the word geese came and seemed to sigh the coolness of autumn. This picture is both sad and beautiful. How to compare?
29. Dream of galloping in the vast desert outside the Great Wall, and feel the majesty of "the long river sets the yen" under the golden sunset; I dreamed that I was in a beautiful town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I tasted the mood of "water town, mountain country and wine flag wind" in the drizzle. I dreamed that I would climb the revered Mount Tai among the five mountains and experience the spirit of "the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky." in the splendor of sunrise. Dream of coming to the beautiful Beidaihe, and feel the magnificence of "heavy rain falls on the secluded swallow and white waves rise to the sky" in a piece of Wang Yang. I dream of sitting under the bright moon in my hometown and experiencing "how bright the moonlight at home is!" On a full moon in Yin Hui. I dream of climbing Mount Tai in Qilu and feeling "the lofty sentiments of the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky." in the mist. I dream of coming to the dense pine forest and enjoying the beautiful scenery of "moonlight in the pine forest" under the bright moonlight.
30. Buds generally wait silently, and the sunset generally looks far away. There may be an ocean hidden, but only two tears come out. At the moment, how I envy the eagle flying in the clouds; If I were an eagle flying high, I couldn't see your face clearly and fly to your side.
3 1. Dream of coming to the desert outside the Great Wall and feeling the beauty of "the long river sets the yen" under the golden sunset; I dreamed of coming to the beach by the sea, and from the rough waves, I felt the soul-stirring of "flying stones flying through the air and hitting the shore"; Dream of coming to the Yangtze River and feeling the momentum of "and I see the long river always rolling forward" under the drizzle. I dreamed of coming to the bank of the Yangtze River, and at dawn, I listened to the grandeur of "apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying"; Dream of coming to the drunken pavilion in the outside world, and feel the comfort of "drunkenness is not in wine" in the shadow of sunset; I dream of coming to the West Lake in Hangzhou and feeling the beauty of "light makeup and thick foam are always appropriate" in the rainbow after the rain.
32. In the twittering of the years, the sunset leans against the old door and gradually sinks into the aimless smoke. Drink a bottle gently, twist a few neon lights into color, grind an inkstone into a thread, and sign a piece of paper to leave love. The swaying moon shadow is full of indifferent loneliness. In the fleeting time of light ink, I downplay my heart and eyebrows, and I count my old worries.
Happy people are as sincere as children. As warm as the sunset. Quiet as the sky. When you choose that moment, don't doubt that what others think of you is not important. The only important thing is that you like yourself very much. People can tolerate the ordinary, but can't tolerate the excellent. The better people are, the more they will be hated and hit. So when you are under pressure, don't let yourself fall into mediocrity. Because jealousy itself is a kind of hope.
34. The smoke has started. I'll wait for you at the door. The sun goes down, I'll wait for you on the hillside. The leaves are yellow. I will wait for you under the tree. The moon is bent. I'll wait for you in the fifteenth. It's raining in Mao Mao. I'll wait for you under the umbrella. The running water is frozen. I'll wait for you by the river. Life is tired, I will wait for you in heaven. We are old, and I will wait for you in the afterlife. It is not only love that can last forever, but also habits and responsibilities.
35. I closed my memory and fell into the loess with the sunset. Turn your back and don't look at your voice and shadow. Without intersection, you will lose your mind. In the world of love, no one is sorry for anyone, only those who don't know how to cherish anyone; When I give you this love without reservation, I have no requirements at all; I just hope you can do the same to me, and I hope you can stay with me forever. Because I only have eyes for you, everything seems so ordinary.
36. I want to talk about a love that never breaks up, stumbles on, sets in the sun, and grows old together. Among thousands of people, you and I met for the first time and bloomed in that golden year and season; On that sunny and flowing day, you and I knew each other; When Xia Feng looked at the stars tenderly side by side, you and I fell in love. I never thought about it, but on that rainy day, we parted. I don't know whether this is a good opportunity or a wrong meeting.
37. One evening more than two thousand years ago, the sunset dyed the horizon red, and the autumn wind swept away the yellow leaves on the ground. A tired scholar came in with a thin horse. Suddenly, a long light sound pierced the sky, and the scholar looked up and a line of geese flew south in a herringbone shape. The scholar sighed, "Huma follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of bird's nest", and then got on the horse and walked towards the north wind.
38. Sunset in Mufeng. The vines that climb wantonly are still stretching the posture of life, and the overlapping branches and leaves of yellow and green are still lush with the story of time. I stared at this mottled and tragic bleak wall and suddenly felt pity, but suddenly realized that it was not it, but myself that really needed pity-its spring would meet again after the reincarnation of the four seasons, but my years would never come again after passing away.
39. Yesterday, before sunset, there were you and me; Today, I am still here, but you are far away; Tomorrow, I think I will slowly forget, yes, tomorrow, I will slowly forget. Thank the person who hurt you, because he tempered your mind! Thank the person who tripped you, because he strengthened your legs! Thank the person who cheated you, because he improved your wisdom!
40. The sunset is magnificent. Falling leaves, in the final analysis, are a kind of quiet beauty. The beauty of autumn is noble, selfless, leisurely and unrestrained. The beauty of autumn is charming, as if the peerless beauty smiles back, and the charm of her life is all in it, which makes her beautiful. Makes you feel drunk and lost in the dust. It doesn't matter if you work hard and get something; I loved, hated and let go.
4 1. At dusk, don't look up, blood and tears dye the sunset. Every time the sunset tilts, I worry that it will cool my mind and freeze my emotions in my mind, which is hard to extricate myself. The setting sun shines all over the sky, and my mind seems empty. Ancient poets always leaned against the fence, looked at the willow and thought of the heartbroken people. Now I can't stand the restlessness of my thoughts when I am still. I just hope that the pace will disturb my thoughts.
42. Dream of coming to the desert outside the Great Wall and feeling the feelings of "the long river sets the yen" under the golden sunset; I dream of sitting under the bright moon in my hometown and experiencing "how bright the moonlight at home is!" On a full moon in Yin Hui. I dream of climbing Mount Taishan in Qilu and feel the pride that "all other mountains are short in the sky". In the mist. I dream of coming to the dense pine forest and enjoying the beautiful scenery of "moonlight in the pine forest" under the bright moonlight.
Happy people are as sincere as children. As warm as the sunset. Quiet as the sky. Life is a moving reality, and reality is a changing Rubik's cube. The truth of Lushan Mountain is always revealed when it is finalized, and it always deviates from our previous imagination to the left or right.
44. to see the sun, for all his glory, because it is near dusk. Meteor is beautiful because it can break the silence of the night in an instant. The water drop is crystal clear because it can reflect sunlight. Incompleteness is the essence of life and a symbol of time. Accept yourself, relax, tolerate deformity and appreciate it. Finally, we may find that deformity is also a kind of beauty.
45. Time has worn away our edges and corners. We smiled at the sunset, the couple laughed under the tree and the family of three were walking. We walk in the sunset, and the way out is shallow, just like the black hair on our heads, only shallowly embedded in the white hair. In the final analysis, the ignorance of teenagers, the enthusiasm of teenagers and the depth of middle age are not as good as a kind of love that will accompany you all your life.
46. The yarn is swaying and the red leaves are peeling off. I fell in love with becoming a butterfly. I complained that the sunset was late and the singing was over. Only the sad people knew. Beauty looks in the mirror and tears flow thousands of lines. Water flows in the shadow of the moon, for whom. I asked you how to get drunk until the waning moon climbed into the canyon early. I asked who the shadow in the mirror was red and who the waning moon blushed for in the water. It is no longer as clear as moonlight, and the tenderness between fingers still exists, but the fleeting time between fingers has been stepped on in a green fairy tale.
47. If there is no if, will time stop for us? The sunset I have seen and the ebb and flow I have heard are all buried by time and turned into bubbles. The hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows. We walked on our respective paths in a hurry, without stopping, and inadvertently met at a certain intersection, so we said hello gently, exchanged a few commonplaces lightly, and then waved goodbye.
48. In the blink of an eye, the sunset was swallowed up by the sea. The whole sky and ocean suddenly darkened and calmed down. Look down, the sea is rolling under your feet. The sea rolls silently like black ink. There are no stormy waves lapping on the shore, no rows of surging waves, only waves rolling like boiling water. Huge bubbles emerged from the bottom of the sea, cracked with a "wow" and crashed into the dark sea. The surrounding sea water is boiling, rolling, swirling and sobbing. The sinking is getting denser and denser, but the surging is flashing dazzling green light, which is chilling.
49. Spring is coming again, people are gone, the wind and smoke are gone, the sunset is late, and cherry blossoms are in bloom. It was chaotic in an instant. In the light of death in 2008, it is a long way to go. Empty dreams are broken and messy, crossing the other side of the river and forgetting people's sighs. Under the ancient well, the moonlight is full of thoughts, the cherry blossoms fly away, the wind is bitter and the water is cold, the injury is dark, and it is chaotic.
50. The road is long, and the sun is setting in Xiu Yuan. The mountain road is full of red sky and snow, as well as our laughter. Beautiful pictures are constantly fixed in front of our eyes. I like to carry your bag and hold your hand forever.
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