Quietly prolonged the ghosting, deeply kissed everything in the world.
Shy branches wriggled and put on gauze skirts.
The setting sun faded the heat at noon and lost the vitality of the morning.
But it has its own dignified beauty, which precipitates the mellow fragrance of an old wine.
The sunset will be swallowed up by fate, but she only smiles.
Leave with a burst of splendor, like a indomitable strong man.
Who said that the sunset only contains sadness!
Who said that the sunset only contains decline!
Finally, the clouds floated away, taking away the hazy beauty.