Look! The rosy clouds in the sky are changing slowly, sometimes like lions, sometimes like giants, sometimes like colorful mountains, and there are many strange clouds. The orange-yellow light beam penetrates the clouds and hits the earth directly, just like the curtain is opened, and a magnificent dance drama is about to begin.
As time went on, slowly, the sun was covered by the accumulated gray-black clouds, and the light dimmed, as if someone accidentally knocked over the ink bottle, and the sky was dyed black, which was very fun.
Gradually, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed again, and the sun sprinkled the gentle afterglow on the ground. The light is not dazzling at all, and it feels warm. All the flowers and trees are dyed orange, and even I myself have turned orange! Seeing everything bathed in the sunset glow, I really want to open my throat and sing a song. I really want to recite a little poem in a low voice to praise the wonderful scenery of this evening. That's it, full of praise!
Ah! At dusk, the scenery is so charming and beautiful. At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind: isn't the youth and dusk of life a natural sunrise and sunset? Although short-lived, they are all so colorful and wonderful!