?1. No matter it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, no matter it is the dawn or the setting sun, there is always their shadow. This is called "each other", this is called "never leave", life The most perfect thing is to have someone watch the sunset with you every day.
?2. The sunset is waiting for the dream to come to an end, and the maple leaves are covered with dew and frost. I really love sunsets and sunsets deeply, but my camera still can’t capture the beauty that I can see.
?3. The intoxicating sunset and sunset, as well as the small house where anyone will feel super happy.
?4. In my eyes, the gentlest time in summer should be when the heat of sunset gradually fades away, leaving behind the breeze and sunset, and the calmness approaching the night.
?5. The sunset and sunset are unparalleledly beautiful!
?6. When I encounter the same scenery, hear the similar wind in my ears, see the same heavy rain, and see the desolate sunset and sunset, I will think of you.
?7. A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. The setting sun is setting in the west, strolling along the Xiangjiang River with the sunset.
?8. In this world, there is always someone who will watch the sunset and sunset with you every day.
?9. Capture all the beautiful and short-lived flashes in life, today’s sunset and sunset.
?10. Blue sky and white clouds, dusk and sunset, sunset and antenna, small towns and villages, quiet and beautiful.
?11. The recent get off work has been accompanied by beautiful sunsets and sunsets.
?12. The days are like the beauty of the sunset, with echoes of airplanes and sunset, tranquility and dreams.
?13. In the evening of summer, I went out for a walk, and slowly walked to the beach, blowing the sea breeze, silently admiring the sunset and sunset on the sea, watching the clusters of waves hitting the rocks. , and then shattered, seemingly completing a lifetime feat.
?14. Come to Xidi Park to watch the sunset. The sunset is slightly purple and spreads on the sea. It is so beautiful!
?15. The days are passing by indifferently. Occasionally on the way to get off work, I still sigh that the autumn wind is so gentle and the sunset is so beautiful. I really want to watch a sunrise and sunset.
?16. The sunset is dancing all over the sky, the sunset is intoxicating all living beings, at this moment in the warm winter sun, the world is beautiful, the sky is as beautiful as an oil painting.
?17. Time has long smoothed our edges. We smiled and watched the sunset, smiled and watched the lovers laughing under the tree, and smiled as we watched a family of three walking. We walked in the sunset, and the road we walked was shallow, just like the black hair on our heads, only lightly embedded in the middle of the white hair. The ignorance of youth, the fanaticism of youth, and the depth of middle age, in the end, are still nothing compared to a kind of love that will accompany you throughout your life.
?18. In the whisper of time, the setting sun leans against the old door and gradually sets in the west amid the aimless smoke. Drink from a single bottle lightly, twist a few strands of neon to make it colorful, grind an inkstone to make light ink into a thread, sign a piece of paper to say farewell to melancholy. The swaying moon shadow is filled with cool loneliness. In the passing years of light ink, the pain in the heart and eyebrows is lightly traced, and the old thoughts are recounted.
?19. Happy people: are like children, sincere. Like the sunset, warm. Like the sky, peaceful. When you make a choice, don't doubt it. It doesn't matter what others think of you. The only important thing is that you like your true self. People can tolerate mediocrity, but they cannot tolerate excellence. The better a person is, the more he will be jealous and attacked. So when you’re under pressure, don’t allow yourself to settle into mediocrity. Because jealousy itself is a kind of admiration.
?20. Standing silently, with the sunset as the rhyme, the sound of the grass, the poetry, the pure thoughts, writing the fate of the past life and the encounter in this life. The ultimate distance, caused by a dream, so close yet so far. I always believe that only a light relationship can sway and create fragrance, just like a light friendship can last forever, just like a ethereal figure transforms into the light summer wind, touching the strings of my heart.
?21. Once upon a time, we were walking in the sunset, five of us high-fiving together. The corners of my mouth were slightly raised, and my cold eyes were full of warmth. Now, we are going our separate ways, and there is a building standing in the open space when I was a child. When we rise from the ground, the smile we had before is still the same. The setting sun is no longer warm. Yes, we are no longer together. We just want to see each other again.
?22. The setting sun shines its last light on the world, on roofs, on treetops, on pedestrians... Its light is everywhere, bringing peace and happiness to people.
?23. In late autumn, everything enjoys the warmth of the sun, which is warm but not hot. Sometimes a gust of wind blows to play with them. The flowers bloom confidently, and the grass and trees are shining green. Everything is full of life. Isn’t this the unique autumn? The bright green turns the botanical garden into a sea of ??street color, and the bright flowers and unknown wild fruits are dotted everywhere, in the lake, in the grass, in the lawn, and on the trees. Not only do they decorate, but sometimes they also laugh happily together. A mass of charm.
While walking around, I found the bamboos standing tall again. They are never lonely because they live in groups or in large groups. The dense bamboo forest seems to have too many leaves, and the bamboos are all bent outwards. From a distance, it looks like a big green flower. With such beautiful scenery, why expect golden autumn?
?24. I think Gao Jianqun loves Romain Rolland, otherwise he would not have mentioned John-Christophe. This is an extremely sincere man who is full of passion for life but misunderstood by a hostile world. He is an artist of Roland's idealism. His bold style is suitable for heroic figures, so Gao Jianqun will follow Roland's nobility, even if he uses the sunrise to set off the sunset. "Hometown Thoughts" [Song Dynasty] Li Gou People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can't see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
?25. Looking up, the setting sun has already hidden half of my face, so fast. Unconsciously, only one edge of the sunset was left, and after a while, only a crack was left in the sunset. I was afraid that it would fall completely in the blink of an eye, so I forced my eyes to keep the beauty of this last moment. However, as if the sunset was deliberately trying to make life difficult for me, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. But there is still the afterglow of the setting sun on the mountainside. After a long time, the crimson sunset completely disappeared. The earth suddenly darkened. At this time, I seemed to have lost something, and an inexplicable melancholy arose in my heart.
?26. It bids us a glorious farewell with its red smiling face. The grass bent down, the flowers nodded, and the hurried pedestrians couldn't help but glance at the wonderful sunset.
?27. A hint of sadness, a touch of sadness, sunset, dusk and dawn.
?28. After reading this, I also feel that I have entered that situation at that time. The author is playing music with words, making our souls tremble in the music of "Titanic". This music not only enhances the glorious feeling of the sunset, but also further triggers deep thinking: death can be a matter full of solemnity and dignity.
?29. Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool. Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. None of them alone can show their beauty. What they express is an overall beauty, a harmonious beauty. Without wind, the rain will not fly and the leaves will not dance; without rain, the wind will not be moist and the leaves will not be shy; without leaves, the wind will appear monotonous and the rain will appear dull. Only when they are combined skillfully can they form a beautiful painting and an exquisite poem - autumn.
?30. Dusk is like the cryptic language of our lives. It guides people to understand the peace and indifference of life. The tranquility of dusk is like a beam of starlight, which makes people feel lonely and peaceful. Dusk does not mean sadness.
?31. Critics say that Gao Jianqun is a writer with a sense of loftiness and idealism. As far as this article is concerned, I think it is pertinent. In the category of aesthetics, there is a word called sublime. Different from elegance, it presents a solemn and majestic beauty.
?32. But this is only a short separation. It will come back tomorrow morning and will come back to us in another way.
?33. The setting sun slanted over from the Western Mountain, and everything on the ground was covered in a blur of rose color. At this time, the sun's face was bright red, and its light seemed to have been snatched away by someone. It was no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright.
?34. The sunset in the dusk has never attracted my attention, because I am in a small town and have no chance to appreciate the majesty and beauty. At most, I can find "the sun sets over the long river" and "the sunset is infinitely beautiful" "Such poems come to soothe the heart longing for beauty.
?35. This is mainly because the human subject and the object of nature are in intensified contradictions with each other. The emptiness and dead silence of the Lobu Nur wilderness make people's blood and heart cold. What else is worth remembering? Even with music.
?36. Tonight, the wind is cool, and even the moon seems to bring sadness, infecting the world. I have no intention of sleeping, lying on the bed, tears shining in the corners of my eyes, and sobbing softly. Even the kitten at home was moved by it, and gave a long and sensible cry, so long!
?37.——(USA) Jack London's "Love of Life" The evening sun passed through the mountain peaks and was reflected in the water, as if there was a layer of rust on the water! ——(Soviet) Gorky "Mordovia Girl".
?38. In the summer evening, the roar of the chaffinch passes through the dusk and circles the sky.
?39. The setting sun slowly fell down the mountain, and the sky was filled with red clouds, like a goddess dropping a red dress.
?40. The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is filled with rays of rays.
?41. The dark mountains are like the mouth of a giant whale, swallowing up the setting sun unconsciously.
?42. Occasionally, a fish leaped, breaking the silence of the river night, and then fell into boundless silence.
?43.The sunset sky is shining with the afterglow of the setting sun from a distance behind us.
?44. The night wiped away the last ray of the setting sun, and the night fell slowly like a velvet curtain in a theater.
?45. The scene in front of me is quite like a Chinese painting: the melting moonlight, the long river, the boat selling porridge, the ancient banyan tree with its "long beard" swaying, the cold light of the ancient cannon, People playing with fists and sticks...ah, the night in Etan is so beautiful, it is a beauty rich in the traditional Chinese nation.
?46. This is a characteristic of winter nights. The sky is bright and the ground is dark, as if the cold air has blocked the light.
?47. The dusk has become blurry, and the sky filled with sunset glow has gradually become dull and colorless.
?48. The arrival of dusk is always gloomy, with scattered fog filling the earth, and the dim sunlight giving way to darkness.
?49. A light evening mist floats in the distance.
?50. The dusk has faded and the night has already spread. The tall plane trees are illuminated by dazzling white street lights. In the black night sky, there are circles and circles of green. Sometimes it is blown by the night wind, making a gentle rustling sound. It only lasts for a while, and then disappears into the infinite tranquility.