The original poem sunset melts gold.

Text/Chang 'an 18

The Sun after beginning of autumn

Still running like hell in the hot weather.

When I reached the top of the Western Hills,

Already panting and exhausted.

It has melted into a pool of golden water.

Splash fragments are everywhere.

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The white clouds in the sky were dyed into colorful clouds.

Rows of high-rise buildings in the city

Was painted with a dazzling Hui Jin.

Even the Weihe River, which flows quietly around.

Still surging with golden waves.

All roads have become golden avenues.

Waiting for us to pursue

The most beautiful autumn dusk