Poetry about sunset

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home when you look at the end of the world.

Thousands of miles away, the city is closed and the smoke is long.

The sun sets in Pingsha, and the stars in Gansu are high and low

Take a good look at the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.

On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow.

As time goes by, the water is cool.

Sunset is on the hook, and spring is quiet by the stream.

The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

The new moon gives birth to birds and the sun sets.

Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village.

Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the mountains cover the villages in the sunset.

After the rain in the small shop, the mangroves in the remote village fell in the sunset.

A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.

Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Thousands of valleys, including the sound of dusk, and several peaks are silent and embedded in the sunset.

There is no hate in the sunset, just a talented person and a beautiful woman feeling sorry for herself.