When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside.
All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sounds in the evening. Several peaks are silent and the sun sets. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, and green hills are in the distance.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and lonely.
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.