The afterglow of the sunset covered everything on the earth with a layer of pale red gauze, and the set-off of crimson peach blossoms made everything on the earth look so quiet and beautiful, like a girl who was about to fall asleep. It seems that Grandfather Sun has seen such a beautiful scenery, and he doesn't want to go down the mountain. He always enjoys it in midair. Occasionally, one or two birds chirped from a distance, which disturbed the fascinated Sun. At this time, he reluctantly went down the mountain. With his whereabouts, the color of the sunset glow in the sky keeps changing ―― from deep red to light red, and then gradually becomes deep purple, and finally disappears ... When the color of the sunset glow keeps changing, I see another kind of scenery. Rows of small trees and small flowers are swaying in the breeze, as if they had been bathed in the sun for a day, wanting to sleep, and as if they were saying goodbye to Grandfather Sun, reluctant to leave him ... In short, at this moment.
The sun went down, and my heart became more and more uncomfortable. At the moment, I suddenly remembered Li Shangyin's poem "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". Yes, such a beautiful scenery, but such a short time, makes people feel infinite sadness and regret. I recall that the sun left only a small part of his face, which could be filled by the afterglow of the sunset for more than half a day, like a magnificent brocade spread out, which was beautiful.
Finally, the sun walked behind the western hills with great joy, leaving only the distant peaks and the red light in the sky, jumping happily and disappearing into my sight. At this point, everything in the distance is blurred, and I still stare at the sky, intoxicated with the sunset for a long time. ...
Writing landscape prose in senior two: 600 words of sunset afterglow
In the summer when the girl's memory is still vague, she saw the majesty of nature for the first time because she had to get up early and go out for an outing. The rising sun in Ran Ran is very beautiful! But the girl still thinks the sunset is beautiful in her heart. It seems that the sunset has a mysterious veil. This layer of yarn can tickle people's hearts and feel itchy. I want to uncover this veil. Although I have tried my best, I still can't touch it. So the itching in my heart is aggravated.
That summer, I thought it was the beauty of the sunset in my heart, but why can't I think of the exact reason? So when girls often see the incredible and mysterious beauty of the sunset, girls will habitually ask themselves why?
In a blink of an eye, the ignorant girl got the answer in a winter, but the ever-changing nature, sometimes spectacular and beautiful, sometimes sad and desolate, makes the girl feel that it may be just an answer that can be replaced by other reasons at any time and can be shaken. But the girl is not surprised by her uncertainty, because nature is mysterious and refuses to give her a permanent answer. Therefore, she is always fickle to give girls better answers!
In the snowy snow, the sunset is so beautiful. Looking at the sunset, I have an idea in my heart. My heart is going to a mysterious country, where there is a stunning sunset that looks sad but can capture people's hearts.
Later, the uncertain girl changed her answer one spring.
On the river in the girl's hometown, the beautiful sunset that makes all beautiful things dare not look up is just beside the hill on the river bank, leaving only half of her face; That kind of beauty is an extremely ethereal uncertainty, but people know that the sunset is so spectacular! Finally, when the sun sets, the girl's memory still stays in the beautiful scenery where the holy light shines on the whole river, just like a fairyland.
Perhaps, only the sunset is perfect in this world.
Writing landscape prose in the second day of junior high school Part III: 700 words after sunset.
When the bell rings in the distance, when the children run out of the school gate happily, when every family eats dinner happily, the sunset comes.
The light blue sky was splashed with red pigment, and slowly, slowly, it fainted from the edge of the sky. Pale red, with a little bright yellow, even Yunduo was plated with a layer of Phnom Penh. The sky is gradually filled with countless colors: light yellow, goose yellow, light yellow, apricot yellow, orange yellow, orange yellow, pink, scarlet, watermelon red, latosolic red, rose red, vermilion, magenta ... countless colors are all over the sky, but they blend together so harmoniously. Such as delicate and charming roses, proudly in full bloom; Like a string of oranges, hanging on the horizon; Like a bright fire, jumping happily on the horizon; Such as blossoming begonia, blooming in the horizon; Such as cherry dripping dew, mouth watering; As beautiful as ... as beautiful as ... ...
The setting sun is indeed infinitely good, gathering the bright light during the day, fading the heat at noon, and showing a kind of softness like water in the silence at night. The evening breeze blows gently, the branches sway slowly, and the world is shrouded in a quiet and warm atmosphere under the kiss of the sunset. Sunset in this rebeccalu, like a shy girl, blushing, slowly and calmly walked to the back of the mountain.
The sunset is about to disappear completely. Just when I lamented its warmth and softness, a magnificent side appeared: an unavoidable glow emerged from the international stage, and the clouds on the horizon were instantly dyed into gorgeous sunset glow, spreading a colorful brocade on the horizon, like a can of overturned paint, which made people unable to help but admire. All the energy broke out at the last minute, and at that time, everything was dyed golden, as if everything between heaven and earth had merged into the last glory of the sunset.
The setting sun is soft but not weak. In the face of its fate that it will eventually be swallowed up by the night, it is not depressed or panicked. But accumulated strength bit by bit and left this world with a bright smile before leaving. Its smile is pure and beautiful, magnificent without a trace of sadness. And for this last beauty, what reason do we have to be depressed, sad and sad? It seems that I feel like a strong man who never bows his head and tells you the true meaning of life.
The sunset is completely hidden behind the mountain, but there is still a long-lasting Xia Hong on the horizon, just like my long-lasting yearning.
The next day, I wrote the fourth landscape essay: the afterglow of my hometown 600 words.
When the sunset in my hometown is only the last ray of afterglow, there are often two little boys holding hands. ...
Those two boys are Kay and me. I remember that it was six years ago, and Kay and I became best friends in that land. But it didn't last long. I am going to move to the city to study. It's cruel. We didn't say anything, just crying behind our backs. I was about to leave when Kay came and took away his most precious thing, the magnet. He cried and broke it in half with a stone. He gave me half. He said, "When we meet again, the magnets … can be combined." He smiled, and so did I. .........................................................................................................................................................................
After moving to the city, I study hard every day, but every evening, I always run to the window to bask in the last ray of sunshine and can't help thinking of him. Enjoy our afterglow with him. However, the present afterglow is different from the previous afterglow, without that kind of feeling, warmth and happiness. ....................................................................................................................................................
I went to the countryside on Qingming Festival, and wanted to meet Kay. My mood kept rising, and I wrote down half a magnet in my hand. ..................
When I got there, I found that Kay had moved away. For me, this is a bolt from the blue. The afterglow of my hometown has changed, and there is no such smell. Why? Is it doomed that the final parting is farewell? Destiny's magnet can't find the other half? Is it doomed that our fate is over? Is it doomed that we can't be good friends anymore? When I came home, my father said, "Is the afterglow of my hometown warm?" I just said, "Yeah." Warm? Is it really warm?
When I get home, I used to go to the window and the sun bathed me. I don't have that kind of loss in my heart. Perhaps, I am enjoying the afterglow in another city.
The afterglow of my hometown, I love you …
The next day, I wrote the fifth landscape essay: 700 words after sunset.
The sun goes down slowly, and then it gets dark. -inscription
Sunset slipped down the hillside, watching him in the water, gradually became sleepy, and then went home contentedly, leaving only the warm waterline sprinkled by the beam, and the scenery remained the same.
After playing all day, she finally felt tired. As usual, she is going home. It's early autumn, and the maple trees beside the path are symbolically red. Originally sunny and thorough, the small maple leaves occasionally put aside their clever shadows. The breeze blew and the shadows on the ground moved gracefully. At this time, only the smooth slate is blocked by the rocks on the shore, waiting for the first ray of sunshine to shine on you tomorrow morning. From noon to night, the time is not long, but she is always used to hiding in the clouds to hide and seek, and accidentally fell into her soft bed in the valley. The hut by the tree is waiting for its owner, the sun is caressing, and the residual temperature of the board is still there. At noon, the sun shone like fire into the floor, furniture and bed of the hut. The sunny hut became the best place to rest. At this time, she has sat on the top of the mountain, calmed down under the board without sunlight, and fell asleep in the gradually calm water waves.
During the day, the magnificent sea surface gradually stretches against the sunset glow in the evening, with a gentle breeze and water waves spreading outwards layer by layer. The sea warmed by the sun is golden and beautiful. The clouds began to thicken from thin to thick, and the clouds that had just been wrapped up were now only a crimson cloud, which stood out in white. The swaying sunset is still playful, playing hide-and-seek with clouds. Pink clouds change from thick to light, floating leisurely, and the sunset suddenly hides in the horizon, and then slowly emerges from the white fog. There is no gold or powder in the sky, and dark gray covers most of the sky, which seems to be overbearing to announce its existence. A line of peaks rises and falls continuously, and only the right corner rises unharmoniously, which is very abrupt. The top of the mountain built a shelter for her evenly, and the halo passed through the mountains and shone on the sea, making the sunset on the sea even more dazzling. God, it's about to collapse.
Even if you want to keep the sunshine and sunset glow, it is out of reach. Finally, the crumbling sunset finally set and it began to get dark. Put all your troubles away and fall asleep. The moon bends, bringing the last warning of the day. The faint sea breeze passed through everything and disappeared. Good night and sweet dreams!