Sunset 1
Silver stars are brighter than each other, just like elves, blinking naughtily. Look at the world naively, as if telling a beautiful fairy tale with those bright eyes; They shed their brilliance on the earth, whether it is bright or dim.
I gave my faint rosy dream to my bosom friend. Do you feel the quiet and pure rhyme like me? I used my gentle heart to describe the light and color of that dream so beautifully that it was close at hand. When colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, do you hear the voice of bloom like me?
At night, it's too quiet. The moonlight, like a mist made of hazy silver gauze, sheds solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore.
Stars, twinkle in the sky, twinkle. Sometimes, the sky is gray, and the stars are faintly releasing faint light. At night, the earth is dark and the light of the stars is insignificant. Star, go and ask Sister Moon for help. The earth is no longer dark, but it is still dark!
The scene in front of us is quite like a Chinese painting: dissolved moonlight, a long river, a boat selling porridge, an ancient banyan tree with a "long beard", an ancient gun shining with cold light, and people with fists and sticks. The night in Goose Pond is really beautiful, full of China traditional beauty. The night is getting darker and darker, and villages, Woods, potholes and ditches all seem to fall into mysterious silence at once.
The dying moon still lingers on the edge of the dark forest in despair. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no wind. However, the treetops are swaying slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the boulevard cast long and unpredictable shadows. The fountain spits water and makes a wonderful rustling sound in the silent night.
The street is like a calm river, winding in the dense shadows of trees. Only those leaves that rustle due to wind and rain seem to recall the excitement and busyness of the day.
I looked up at the night sky, which was as blue as it had just been washed. At this time, the youthful moon rises from the east, and the naughty little star blinks. Suddenly, a little star whooshed into the world and lived happily with people.
The night sky on this day is incredibly blue. The night sky is more like an incomparably wide blanket, and the stars all over the sky are like sparkling gems decorated on this blanket.
Sunset 2
1, autumn water, sunset.
2, the sunset is stagnant, and the edge color is full of autumn sky.
3, the sky is long and the sun is far away, the water is cold and the weather is cold.
4. The high city is full of sunset. What do you want to touch?
5. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
6. The pilgrim's hat carries the sunset, and the castle peak is alone.
7. Remembering the sunset in Xin 'an County and Qian Shan.
8. On the hacker's boat, when the sunset is over.
9, thousands of miles, long smoke.
10, tired horse lying on a long slope, Tianjin at sunset.
1 1, the empty forest has a clear sunset, and the cold birds go to the desert garden.
12, the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
13, the setting sun and autumn colors are better, picked in cymbidium.
14, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen.
15, picking mulberry spring and stepping on the grass at sunset.
Sunset 3
Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the shadows of mountains are in the village at sunset.
The setting sun is dark and clear, and the mountains are green and the water is light.
It's cloudy and sunny when there are clouds. Late mountain Ming.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
The sunset smoked the grass and the river reflected the curtain.
In autumn, the river is horizontal and closed to the sunset.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
The setting sun is on the west peak, and the jade is full of snow.
At sunset, people meet at dusk.
Rain in Jiangcun, sunset in Ye Si.
The shore is bright with snow, and the tide is full of sunset.
The guest looks clear, and the monk brings the sunset back.
Sunset 4
Ling sang at night, and the wind and smoke filled the sunset glow.
Remembering the past is still not enough fun, and the setting sun returns to the western hills.
Yin Qing exposed the leaves and worried about the sunset branches.
Look at the autumn grass independently, and the savage plows the sunset.
Send a bird and complain about the sunset.
Gengkun River is across the autumn bank, near sunset.
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?
After the rain, mangroves in remote villages set in the sunset.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village.
Hundreds of dusk claimed the sea, and now the red sun is popular.
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
There are several dangerous fishing boats in the hazy sunset.
Sunset 5
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.
The east wind is gradually rushing, and the setting sun is slanting, and a tree is in bloom for several days.
Hundreds of dusk claimed the sea, and now the red sun is popular.
Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Thousands of years ago, Ge Mingyue, and Wan Li sunset.
The east wind is steep and the sails are far away, and the sunset sets in Ye Ming.
On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow.
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west.
Today is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward.
There is no hate in the setting sun, and talents and beauties are empty and sad.
After the rain in the small shop, the mangroves in the remote village fell in the sunset.
Ten thousand people outside the wall are wiped out, and the sunset only shines on the sky.