The biting breeze, such as spearmint, blew away the poetry of dusk; A brisk voice, colorful flowers and shadows on the ground, and a beautiful and cheerful mood. Walking in the sunset, early summer, walking with the most relaxed and comfortable steps in the afterglow of the sunset.
A touch of the setting sun, remain uncorrupted, and occasionally a faint fragrance curled up, seeping into the heart. Walking quietly on the street in the evening, the morning glow in Xia Guang splashed with gentle light, and the white clouds were ethereal and free and easy, interwoven into a perfect picture in the sky. Looking at the sunset, the charming flame of the sunset shines in the pupil, and a faint emotion rises leisurely.
Walking quietly in the sunset, walking with long shadows. Watching the grass intoxicated in the dusk, listening to the sound of the sunset falling on the earth, watching the flaming sky in the west and watching the birds fly by, let your thoughts accompany the birds to sing and hum a happy song in the evening breeze full of sunset glow. When the sunset is full of colors, a different meaning touches your mood, infiltrates your heart, and lets your heart get rid of the secular disturbance and gain a rich peace.
The sunset is oblique, perhaps only the oblique sunset is the most beautiful, so that people can see more beautiful light.
Bathed in the sunset, standing under the flower tree on the roadside, smelling the sunset, listening attentively, as if hearing a moving melody, like a quiet pastoral filled with smoke and flowers. Squinting, the glow turns into a red glow like gentle water waves, splashing quietly on the horizon, adding a hazy beauty like watching flowers in the fog to the evening. When it comes to poetry, it seems that only the sunset can be called poetry. This is a wonderful poem, a sweet poem and a warm poem. It is sunshine that tells us the happiness of the day in the most beautiful language and shows us a kind of beauty.
The light and shadow of the sunset are constantly changing, and the thoughts in my heart are endless, blending with the glow, shining together and condensing into one.
It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and the sunset in northern Xinjiang is slowly falling. Stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, I feel a different sense of disappearance from my hometown: is it the desert wind with fragrant Elaeagnus angustifolia, the crimson color that falls much later than my hometown, or the trees covered with young fruits in the streets at sunset? That feeling is hard to describe. Breathing a breath different from my hometown, my heartstrings can't help being stirred.
In the purple at dusk, the red taste of the sun gradually faded, and the afterglow of the sunset came into my eyes through the top of the forest. "Sang Yu is late and still full of clouds." That distant poem describing the sunset has actually crossed a thousand years of time and space, accompanied by curling kitchen smoke towards dusk, and jumped into my mind. Such a poem full of lofty sentiments accidentally touched the emotional strings in my heart. At this time, in the distant mountain village, the mother's figure must be submerged in the evening as scheduled, but now it is across the Qian Shan. My mother is in my hometown and I am in a foreign land. I can only convey my thoughts and endless concerns through the infinite softness of the sunset.
In this strange and familiar city, the land under my feet used to be a barren beach in the vast Gobi and a camel-bell-ringing Silk Road. After the drastic changes of the world and the baptism of dust, groups of enthusiastic young people from all directions galloped on this land, and now it has become a Gobi oasis with green trees and flowers in half a city. As long as you think of that deserted beach, it's easy to think of the word "hero". Every inch of fertile soil in Gobi can dig out touching stories, every green tree can drag out cheerful songs, and every flower can reflect a sweaty silhouette.
The ancients said: Learn from nature. Yes, nature is the best teacher. Glittering water drops drop through the rock, which is teaching us tenacity; Flying bees and flowers are busy, which is teaching us to work hard; And this bloody sunset is quietly falling, teaching us to be calm. This kind of calm is sweet, warm, cordial and hearty, which makes our life full of interest.
Poetry at dusk is full of charm and charm. Wandering in the long road, measuring the beautiful glow, being the master of the sunset should be a blessing. Think of the scenery I have walked, the people I have walked, and the past events I have experienced, whether it is raining or sunny, are all part of my life, so keep them in my heart. The busy life on weekdays alienated us from nature and forgot to appreciate it. How many times can we stop in our life when the sunset is infinitely beautiful? At this moment, take a silhouette with your heart, hide it in the photo album of life, and embed it in smart words to illuminate every corner of your heart.
The sunset glow, the holy beauty from beginning to end, shines on everything delicately and softly, and plays a lullaby for the evening with warm splendor. Through the dazzling aura, I saw indifference and felt calm. When dusk comes quietly like ink, rosy clouds will fall full of brilliance, cherish the light and give birth to brand-new hope. In this way, the tree of life changes with sunrise and sunset.
When the flowers close their petals, the sunset is still walking slowly, and the sunset has been taken away for another year. The brilliant gesture will quietly light the lights in the evening.