Number of visits: 13 1 1 bonus points: 20 | Answer time: July 28, 2008 18: 36 | Questioner: lzc573 12.
Write a lyric essay on the theme of "Sunset" ~ ~! About 1000 words
Who will watch the sunset with me?
On a weekend evening, the wind and rain that lasted for several days gradually stopped. After dinner, I was bored and quietly leaned against the window, enjoying the sunset on the horizon. Long-lost flaming clouds make the sky red, and there is a hazy fragrance wandering in the amber transparent lights in the air. Unfortunately, the house has no balcony. No matter how I stretch my neck and try to stick my head out of the window, I only see a small corner of the cloud. There are many high-rise buildings around, and cables as dense as cobwebs are crossing the sky at will, shielding a beautiful and splendid sky that belongs to me.
Take a walk!
I went out with a warm and happy mood.
The streets are still busy and pedestrians are in a hurry. I was a little at a loss at the traffic lights downstairs.
Over the years, there is no habit of walking anymore. The fast-paced life here has never stopped since I came to the southern city. With the emotional pressure of life and work, people become snails, as if being controlled by an invisible big hand. The snail turns and turns ... it makes people dizzy, get carried away and exhausted. I finally had such a leisurely weekend and such a sunny evening, but I stood at the crossroads and didn't know where to go for a while.
"We don't run today. Let's have a breeze at the Pearl River and watch the sunset-there may be a lot of people there ... "
"good! That's a good idea, where the air is very good ... "
It's two old people talking and standing next to me. At this time, they helped each other to wait for the red light and prepare to cross the road. Judging from their intimacy and mutual appreciation, they must be a very loving old couple.
"Hey, aunt, I'll go with you ..." I hesitated, but when I heard that I was going to watch the sunset in the Pearl River, I couldn't help but blurt it out.
"Yes, that's great ... just three people go together, it's lively ..." The old lady turned to look at me and smiled, revealing a neat white tooth.
I was secretly surprised to see the old lady with silver hair and wrinkled eyes and forehead. I thought she must be close to the flowers, but why are her teeth still like this and her skin is still white and red? Although slightly hunched, her chrysanthemum pleated skirt smile still vaguely reveals the elegance of youth.
"Daughter, do you live nearby?" The old uncle leaned in, his hair and beard were all white, but his back was not bowed or hunched, and he smiled at me, his eyes flashing.
"Well, it's over there, No.46, Changgang Middle Road Community/KLOC-0 ..." I turned around and pointed to the building where I lived.
"Oh, I didn't expect to be neighbors ... we were there ... 703 ... hee hee ..." The old lady was obviously very happy and grabbed the woman enthusiastically.
"I live in 803, aunt, you are downstairs ... I can't believe you are still a neighbor ... hey hey ..."
Unconsciously, I fell in love with two old people, and their hearty laughter infected me. In this way, the three of us helped each other across the street and through a narrow alley. At the exit, we could vaguely see the golden light shining in the sunset of the Pearl River.
Along the way, the old man's hand has been gently holding the old lady's arm. Several times, the old lady's long and fat trousers were stained by the mud in the narrow lane. He took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the mud, and frowned gently:
"Look at you, you have been in the city for several years, and you still don't open the door. You always wear those big feet pants ... Look at the old people, they don't wear shorts ... "
"Hey, I'm a countryman, and I'm used to it ..." At this moment, the old lady blushed, but her smile was as sweet as honey: "Dead old man, you finally abandoned me ... Look at this young girl, why don't you give me some face? .. Hey hey ... "
The old uncle glanced at me and squinted and smiled: "I didn't say you were old-fashioned ... did you hurt your face?" At the same time, he covered the old lady's bun with trembling hands.
"Hey hey ..." The old lady became more and more happy. "Look at you, old man ..."
In this way, chatting, listening to the "rambling" of the two old people, I feel that I have walked out of the narrow alley, and I can still hear the whistling wind in my ear, and the coolness gradually drives away the heat in midsummer.
Many people gathered at the Pearl River, perhaps because of the "plum rain" during this time, most of them were bored at home; It's rare to have such a sunny day, where you can breathe, blow the wind, chat and see the myriad customs of the vast Pearl River water in the sunset.
I glanced at the old lady and uncle. At this time, they are leaning against the railing, listening to the river rushing under their feet. The sun in the west is slowly setting, and gradually only half a face is left leaning against the tall building not far away. At this time, the neckline of the old man was blown by kawakaze, and the old lady reached out her trembling hand to touch him. ...
"That year, I ran away from home and came all the way to Guangzhou. It's also such a dusk. I didn't find you. I was desperate and almost voted for the Pearl River ... Do you remember? " The old lady suddenly said lightly.
"Why don't you remember, I know your heart ..."
"I did it for your heart ..." The old lady's eyes were red and she took my hand. "Daughter, are you married? Is he good to you? "
"You escaped marriage? ! "I irrelevant answer.
"She is the most famous person there, haha ..." At this time, the old uncle was also excited and couldn't help but turn to me.
"I ran away as a soldier that year. She sent me to the village and said that she would wait for me for a lifetime, even though she had been promised by her mother to a very rich family. I didn't know it was more than 20 years ... "The old man's throat choked, and the wind lifted the corner of his shirt and swayed leisurely in the wind. ...
"You must love each other very much ..." I said with emotion.
"Hee hee ..." The old lady's face turned red again. "We never said that word once ... but we can't forget each other. My mother forced me to get married, and I once gave up my faith because of my love for my mother. But after a week of painful contradictions, I still couldn't convince myself, so I lied to the matchmaker who urged marriage and said that I couldn't have children ... That night I started the boldest action in my life ... "
"Escape from marriage? Go out? " I listened with relish.
"Yes, my' out of line' behavior shocked all the men, women and children in the village. They rushed to my door, threw garbage at my house, spat at my house and cursed immorality ... After I left, I have been afraid to go home, wandering around and suffering a lot ... but thank God, God is fair. After several tossing and turning, I found him ... "Speaking of which, the old lady looked at the old man affectionately.
I was speechless for a moment. I have seen such a short story in books, TV and movies before. It's really ordinary. It's ordinary. At that time, I always thought it was a literary work, fictional and never touched it. But the two old people in front of me are real people. Besides, they are neighbors and close at hand, but I never thought that they still have such a bizarre story. It is really "there is a play, and there is a world."
"Girl, ... not married? By the way, don't choose, and so on! " The old uncle was obviously moved. He glanced at the old lady and said to me excitedly, "I will respect her persistence and courage in this life and love her sincerity and stubbornness." After so many years of ups and downs, I thought about other women when I was lonely, but my heart was always there. Remember: don't be afraid of difficulties, wait for the person who will accompany you to watch the sunset, he is the one who deserves your love; For a person worthy of your love, you should have the courage to pay, even if it is rebellious ... Of course, it will be very hard, but you believe that everything will be fine ... "
I nodded again and again, and finally understood why the old lady was so beautiful when she was too close to flowers, and why her teeth were so neat-this could not be separated from the old uncle's careful care for her! To love and be loved is sometimes like a transparent and orange sunset glow printed on the Pearl River. Where the wind passes, there is always a little golden light, and it is this little flash that makes the two old people respect each other and love each other. The older you get, the redder you get.
"Since we came to Guangzhou, we have been running on Binjiang Road almost every day. From time to time, he will accompany me to watch the sunset ... you young people are not as good as our generation now. You are romantic and free to fall in love ... I want to fall in love again, free and vigorous! " The old lady murmured, looking as innocent as a lovely child.
Through the sparkling Pearl River water, I looked across the river, where there were young couples. Some of them are as drunk as watching the sunset, while others are kissing passionately in the shade ... Maybe one of them is the children and grandchildren of two old people, or one day, suddenly one of them will say to the other, "We are not suitable, let's break up ..." Maybe that's it, they are madly in love. Romantic for many days, and finally a person lamented: in the real society, true love is really hard to find ... What's more, those men and women who look like students, by drinking some ink, have some new ideas, enjoying the "freedom and openness" given to them by this society, singing the argument of "sexual liberation" and letting love crush Simmons again and again ... Lovely old man, do you know what this is? Do you know how confused they are?
"Well, now romance is romance, freedom is freedom, but many things are also very bad ... To be honest, there are not many people like you these days. If you don't believe me, ask your descendants ... "I suddenly felt a little depressed.
"Ha ha, we haven't had children yet ..." The old man smiled. "I didn't expect this, did I? I think having her is enough ... "
"You old man ..." The old lady looked at me shyly. "Daughter, in this life, I really don't feel sorry for him. I didn't leave him a man and a woman ... all because I lied about not having children. I really should say that. God is just, how can I have both? "
I looked at the old man stupefied, my eyes were wet, and the glasses on my nose suddenly blurred.
There was a song not far away, and the heavenly melody came gently with the wind:
Sit back to back on the carpet.
Listen to music and talk about wishes.
You want me to be gentler and gentler
I hope you keep me in mind.
You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream.
Thank you for taking you to heaven.
Even if it takes a lifetime to complete.
Remember as long as I tell you.
The most romantic thing I can think of.
Is to grow old with you
Collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way.
Save it for later use. Sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly.
The most romantic thing I can think of.
Is to grow old with you
Until we are too old to go anywhere.
You still treat me like a treasure in your hand.
……
I don't know whether they were moved by the song or lost in their own lives, but the two old people suddenly became quiet. At this moment, they are staring at the horizon, where Xia Yun is burning. The afterglow of the sunset dyed the white hair of the two old people into gold, and the wind blew up the clothes of the old people, bulging and swaying. The old lady is helping him pick out the thread on his clothes by hand. ...
What a charming sunset silhouette, this is the real romance and grandeur!
Yes, love is waiting and a process. It requires mutual dedication, sincerity, courage and sometimes sacrifice. Although I didn't fully understand the story of the old lady and uncle, the silhouette of this dusk touched me inexplicably. This feeling is also like the sunset leaving the mountains, which shines in my slightly moldy heart every day, and gradually relieves my numbness to reality.
That night, I had a strange and sweet dream. In my dream, I became an old lady with silver hair and flew lightly to the brilliant sunset: suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard came out of the sunset. He took my hand and said with a smile: Cai Rong, the sunset in our hearts will never set. ...
Prose grows old in the sunset.
At the school gate, a group of people are shouting to tear down the house.
A wooden house. The planks on the eaves and beams were heavily removed one by one, and the fragments were messy and dusty.
I passed by and saw the old man standing in the house with a helpless and sad face.
I know him.
He has lived in this small house since I moved to this town. The hut is next to the small door of this primary school. Because it is the only place where students pass after school, the old man opened a small shop here. Although it is a small business, it is good to sell snacks in small packages. Children who are seven or eight years old or a little older often buy some food with a few cents. Old people are also kind and always show them with a smile.
I studied in this primary school for four years. When I was a child, I went home with my friends after school and passed a long row of stalls after school. There are all kinds of snacks on the stall, such as plum, jujube, shredded radish and popcorn, which are colorful and dazzling. They are all children's coveted snacks. The stall owner often clamors for students to go to their stalls to buy things. He is one of them. Perhaps because of his kindness, I always want to buy it at his stall. More often, we get to know each other.
I remember once, my friend and I went to his stall to buy snacks after school in the afternoon. Because school is early, we don't want to go home early and be supervised by our parents, so we just sit next to his stall and talk while eating. I asked him, "Grandpa, do you know what time it is?" "I think it should be half past three." He said with a smile. "You didn't look at your watch. How do you know? " My little friend and I said curiously. "Look," he narrowed his eyes and pointed to the sun. "I just need to look at the sun." After that, he smiled, and so did my friends and I.
Later, my family moved to this primary school because of my father's work. At that time, I was in middle school. So I still have to go home through his stall every day, and it is often when the sun goes down. Just because I grew up, I gradually became introverted and didn't like to talk. Gradually estranged from him. I only know that I will see him when I pass by every day, sometimes leaning on the freezer and sometimes sitting in the house. When children go shopping, they still smile happily, take out all kinds of snacks from the stalls and put them in their little hands. Sometimes I say a few words with exaggerated expressions, such as "This is delicious!" That look is like coquetry.
After going to college, I can still see him every time I go home on holiday. A person cleans up quietly and puts the goods in the small room where the sunset shines. Whenever I pass by in a hurry, his stall and his figure seem to have become a habit in Yu Guangli, which has remained in my memory of the small town and hometown for a long time, gradually merging and melting into an indelible mark.
I know nothing about the old man's background and life. All I know is that after many years, a picture often flashes in my mind. There is only one old man in the painting, a kind old man, smiling and carrying a small bag of snacks for us; A kind old man likes to tell his children "this is delicious" with exaggerated expressions; A rickety old man stood in the sunset, with his fingers under the sun, squinting to tell us the time; Many times, I feel that he is one of my relatives in a trance, and he grows up with me in the sunset that slowly recedes every day.
"Sorry, little girl, this thing has to be carried over."
"Ah ... I'm sorry." I suddenly recovered.
Walking into the school gate, I couldn't help looking back. Dusk is approaching, and the sunset glow in early autumn is all over the sky, as if it were covered with a layer of red silk.
The evening breeze is blowing slowly, and his lonely figure is getting older in the sunset.
The sunset is still beautiful.
Author: residual dream
I saw this photo in a magazine! The purple sunset, the dense lake, a boat, the fisherman stood at the bow and cast the last net with all his strength. The sunset glow in the western sky reflects his perfect light, as brilliant as Buddha's light. The artistic conception of the whole painting looks a bit ethereal, but there is also an inherent implicit beauty that makes me feel relieved and discouraged. I am not shocked by the painting skills of this painting, but because the scenery in this painting has been so vividly displayed in front of my eyes.
That was three years ago, I failed in the college entrance examination, and I couldn't bear this cruel blow, so I went to Hainan alone. After all my money and things were looted by thieves, I haven't seen a grain for two days, and finally I fainted by a roadside in the suburbs because of hunger.
When I woke up, an old man with a kind face brought me the bowl. The plate next to the crystal white rice is full of mouth-watering fish. The old man knows that I am hungry, and it is difficult to know that I am alone outside. He looked at me with a haggard face and tears of sympathy. Don't ask anything, just smile kindly and say, "Eat! Eat more, there are still many miles in the pot! "
I left the old man a week later. The day before I left, he specially took me to see his fish pond 18 mu. The old man relies on his 18-acre fish pond to maintain his source of livelihood, and his life is also very interesting.
It's also such a dusk. The sunset glow in the western sky is as red as blood, and it pours on the wide lake, making the whole lake red. The old man untied the rope of the boat on the shore, stepped on it in one step, and then rowed to the middle of the lake with a pole. I saw the old man jump into the net at that moment, and the sunset glow just fell on her. The old man is like a stupa coming out of the Buddha's light, shining with golden light, and even the boat under his feet seems to be full of aura.
It is because of this experience that I was lucky enough to witness the scenery in this painting, and even today, three years later, I accidentally met it. How can that feeling not make people tremble?
I have been keeping in touch with the old man for three years, and I will send him blessings and a little heart every Spring Festival.
I'm going to enlarge this picture with a computer, then carefully frame it and write a sentence next to the picture: the sunset is still beautiful! As my most sincere blessing, I gave it to him in the Spring Festival this year.
A few sunsets (prose) [turn]
The courtyard is deep and there are several sunsets, so many courtyards are covered with colorful butterflies. A wisp of sunset glow makes the mountains hazy and the water hazy. In the landscape, the flowers are deep and shallow, the invisible flowers overlap, and the fragrance that cannot be tasted is slender.
High walls and deep courtyards are sad and silent, or simple or gorgeous. The endless promenade reveals a trace of sadness. Far away, at the end, it is still a rotating promenade. The green trees in the garden and the diffuse humid air add a gloom. In the silence, only the squirrel in the shade shuttled back and forth, oblivious to the fleeting time. Under the dripping eaves, there are endless vicissitudes and countless desolations.
High red door, near the roof. Short windows cannot escape the fate of forming grids. On the window, a layer of pale paper and red wall tiles are harsh. Within the small building, only a few rays of light from the sunset are emitted, and it is always so dark. Such a place is also elegant. According to ancient books, the red sandalwood console table, the pen container is like a mountain, the rice paper is clean, the Leng Mo is fragrant, the Qin Zheng is cold, the guqin is quiet, the incense burner is smoking, and the big house is separated by layers of light blue gauze, and the bright eyes are shining with blue melancholy.
Gently push open the carved porch window, I occasionally hear birds singing, the elegant charm of silk and bamboo, endless loneliness and sadness. Holding a purple bamboo flute, I played a song "Curling Eyebrows", whimpering intermittently, but it didn't turn into a song. Only the lingering sound lingers among purlins, which is hard to stop for a long time.
The sound of the flute is broken, and the sun is fading, turning to dust several times. Only stay, the courtyard is deep and bright. The bright moon is in the sky, and the other shore is full of brilliance and endless prosperity. The faint sound of silk and bamboo, Kun singing the shallow rhyme of Peony Pavilion for a long time, and the secluded place of the path, there was noise here, but I don't know when it will stop, leaving a little peace.
Finally, if the night is lonely, the green trees and plantains in the courtyard sway with the wind. Candlelight travel, begging for mercy every month, singing poems and eulogizing songs are beyond reproach. In the moonlight, in the incense, the lyre carries the case and caresses a song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". Years later, he was in tears.
A night of Zheng music, caressing the green flag, sleeping peacefully. If you travel another day and people come and go, your mind will depend on it.