Suddenly, a thin parabola rose from the dark blue clouds. The thread is bright red, shining with golden light, thrown up like a boiling solution, and then rushed up like a rocket. Then it dawned on me that this was the moment when generate came out of the night sky in bright daytime. Then several redder and brighter fragments flashed through the gaps of several Yun Lan flowers. I was surprised at first. I wonder what this is. Look again, several small pieces break through the clouds, closely connected, merged and jumped out. So the sun came out. Bright and dazzling, the fire is generally bright red and the fire is generally strong. Unconsciously, all the darkness was immediately illuminated by it. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the wings of the plane were red, and the faces of every sleeper in the cabin were red.
A crow under the misty peak awakened the lakes and mountains. After the sun woke up, before it jumped out of the lake, it quickly radiated all kinds of dazzling brilliance of white, orange and rose to the clouds at high altitude. In an instant, over the lakes and mountains, thousands of rays of sunshine suddenly spread out. The bright-eyed lark, flying from the camphor tree, is spinning like a top, spinning high in the morning sky of Wan Li. Mandarin ducks and wild ducks who spent the night under the beach and rocks also broke through the morning glow and flew to the deep water in the middle of the lake in droves.
The sky is getting brighter, and the earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil. Just then, all was silent, and suddenly there was a bird song, which broke the silence. After a while, the sky in the east was a fish-belly grey, and the earth gradually brightened up. The horizon is bright. The light is soft, like taking care of yourself.
Ocean baby. There is no movement on the sea, even the fierce sea is lying quietly, enjoying the unusually soft sunshine. There is no sound in the city, dogs bark from time to time in distant villages, and there is a golden ocean.
Enjoying the gentle wind, Dashan lay quietly like a deep old man, letting the wind doll play with its long green beard. The cloud finally broke away from the ink.
She turned into a delicate little pump girl and blushed as if she were waiting for her prince charming.
. The crimson clouds are bold in the soft light, and their faces change from bursting red to deep red to crimson and then to light red. In this long process, it changed clothes and turned white, just like the bride who walked into the church.
After a while, the sun was all exposed. It changed from crimson to light red, and dyed the clouds rose. A few clouds surround the sun as if everything on the earth is a proud man of the sun. Clouds are like the sun's personal warriors, following the sun like shadows, and should protect the sun's safety. What a beautiful sunrise!
At this time, the sea turned red, just like a raging fire. The sun stood up bit by bit, as if it were hard. You stare at it intently, and it seems to go very slowly; If you don't pay attention, it will rise a lot. When the sun is completely above sea level, it looks like a boiled egg yolk. The light it emits is soft, not dazzling or strong, and it feels particularly warm when it shines on people.
Ah! That touch of sunset, the sunset lit up the flowers, I saw the beauty, the sunset lit up the tree; I saw strength, and the sunset lit up the sky; I saw the sunrise tomorrow, the hope of the day after tomorrow! Walking out of the room, the bright sunshine immediately took away my eyes, and suddenly my eyes were golden!
The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, adding a touch of rose to the beautiful and quiet sea.
Gradually, the sunset gathered his last light. Before he could say goodbye, he hung his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly. Look at the original group of followers, but also timely convergence of interest, into a dark cloud, waiting for the sunset to come again. Twilight is hazy, the setting sun is like blood, and the Yellow River is like a sunset glow in Phnom Penh. At this time, it is round and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream, so it is not true. Finally, a ray of sunset hit the ground, blended with the yellow desert, shining with golden light, devouring the sky and the sun.
The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds.
Facing the sunset, the clouds in the sky are unpredictable, and the mood is like an overturned tasteless bottle. The uncontrollable sadness and yearning in my heart remind us a little bit of memories ... look up, look up, there has always been a touch of residual red in the sunset. The red light covered my whole body, reflected my cheeks, and there were sad flowers around.
On the horizon in the distance, the sun is about to set, and the sunset glow in the western sky is dancing with colorful scarves. Between the film and the paste, the grass everywhere is coated with a golden yellow. The evening breeze blew, and a bunch of green bristlegrass shook a lyric poem at dusk. Rows of white huts appeared, exquisite as fairy tales and beautiful as dreams.
The sunset has hung in mid-air, just like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if it were a magical little star shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.
In the morning, the mountains are like shy girls.
The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds.