Copywriting about dusk (selected 54 sentences) 1. The sunset has sunk into the hills, making people think a lot, feeling sad and melancholy, as if they have returned to the arena of life. 2. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. From youth, to the prime of life; from graceful and elegant, to leaves falling and flowers fading, and temples stained with frost; looking back, a lifetime of sweat has soaked the essence of life. track. 3. Dusk is like a shy little girl, half of her face has been hidden, and her golden afterglow has put a layer of bright golden edge on everything and everyone on the earth. 4. The sun sets in the west, the lonely shadow grows slanting, the wind rises, the leaves fall, autumn also falls, looking into the distance for years, where are the dreams? 5. The sun is hiding behind the mountains, but still radiates light, filling half of the sky. The bottom of the large black cloud like a hill seems to be redder than the top, forming a picture of dusk light. 6. The fiery red sky at dusk, the fantastic clouds like neon lights, and the wisps of smoke rising from time to time form a harmonious and beautiful picture. 7. All I saw at dusk were the magnificent clouds, some rose red, some orange red, and also deep red, light red and other reddish colors. The sunset is surrounded by circles of pink mist, as if covered with a pink silk scarf. 8. The desolate ancient road travels through ancient thoughts, taking away thousands of years of eternal thoughts and hearts, flying across the blood-red sky, tracing back to eternal memories, waiting for the bright red of dusk, and blooming the lonely song of autumn. 9. The sun before sunset has lost its light during the day and is almost surrounded by clouds. Its afterglow shines on the mountains and fields. Compared with the summer dusk, it loses its luster and the setting sun is like blood. 10. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the roof, complementing the dark green glazed tiles. In that light, people can see a hope, and they can also see a spring-filled countryside tomorrow. 11. The afterglow of the setting sun at dusk caresses the brick wall of the Great Wall, touches the Sphinx, brushes the spire of the Eiffel Tower, steps on the dome of the Arc de Triomphe, and is reflected on Atlantis. 12. As night falls, my body is exuding the smell of sunshine! The sunset is infinitely beautiful, it's just near dusk, but it gives people more of a poetic sentimentality. 13. Winter dusk is a wisp of smoke. Autumn dusk is a full moon. Summer dusk is like a fan. The dusk of spring is like a rain sleep. The dusk of life is a love affair. 14. A touch of blood gradually disappears on the horizon, and I feel a little sad in my heart. I sigh at the carefree and innocent time under the golden sun. I sigh at the little time that can no longer be reproduced, the golden memories that have been stranded by our memory. fleeting time. 15. Every time dusk comes, it is always so careless. It is not as bright and vibrant as the morning sun, and it is also different from the dazzling and arrogant sun at noon. 16. The sun sets over the west mountain, or is about to set, the sky is filled with colorful clouds, tired birds return to the forest, and everything in the world is slowly falling silent. The dusk is like a huge freehand painting, with a beautiful The color makes people cry, but it cannot be explained in words. 17. The dusk in spring has its own unique charm. When the sun sets, people who have been busy for a day begin to return to their homes with fatigue. The green fields begin to become quiet, and the dewdrops reflected by the setting sun scatter on the green seedlings. A golden brilliance. 18. At dusk in summer, beside the river bank and under the weeping willows, the golden afterglow of the setting sun caresses people's faces. The breeze wipes away the hesitation of the day. Watch the fish floating in the lake and the birds flying up and down in search of a place to rest. In this place, I heard the lively chirping of cicadas in the forest. Their chirping seemed to add seasonal characteristics to the summer dusk. 19. At dusk in summer, look at the blue sky that goes to night, watch the drifting clouds drifting away in the wind, look at the distant mountains rolling under the golden sunset, and feel the coolness gently blowing across the dark green fields. . 20. In the evening of autumn, the setting sun covers the scene before harvest. Look at the blood-like sunset, which infects all things that are about to be harvested. The originally shy sorghum has been drunk by the setting sun, and the soybeans are more mature under the setting sun. and expanded, the green leaves are thicker, and the plump pods are golden and brilliant. 21. Although the dusk in winter is not as gorgeous as spring, unrestrained in summer, and mature in autumn, its vast beauty is still amazing. 22. Under the dim yellow sky, you can clearly see the weeds that have been uprooted on the road. The wilting ones have not been uprooted. If you look closely, you will see that they are still green and full of vitality. 23. At dusk, to the east is the roaring Yellow River, to the west are the beauties eagerly awaiting my return, and the beautiful mountains and rivers lie at my feet. All the breath in the world is breathing for me, and all the blood in the world is flowing for me. All the sunshine is shining for me. 24. Riding on the clouds at dusk, I stretched out my hands and feet lazily in the blush. Those huge hands and feet broke through the intoxicating scenery and crushed the late snails. 25. Being dyed orange by the sunset at dusk, it is like being filled with sadness and using a faint smile to disguise it every day, but to whom can it be disguised to after all? Once the peach blossoms are scattered, thousands of thoughts are scattered across the world. 26. Sunset and dusk. A red sun hangs on the thin branches. Beauty as clear and bright as water. That red dyed the clouds in the west. Even though it is surprisingly cold in the winter evening, it becomes warm and beautiful because of the sunlight. 27. In the beautiful evening, the sunset dyed the sky red, and the red color flowed into the lake. The lake is red, with white arch bridges, lush summer trees, boats, and a beautiful dusk, soft and delicate due to the soft sunlight.
28. Falling rain, alleys, arched bridges, flowing water, misty rain at dusk, wind and rain, and oil-paper umbrellas support my lotus-colored dreams in the dusk. The lush mountains and rivers, the ethereal sky, river towers, bells and drums, pavilions and cloud pavilions, and a mist of mist and rain lock up the spring scenery on both sides of the bank. 29. In the misty evening, the mist is misty, and the endless silk rain darkens thousands of windows. Stopping on the ancient covered bridge, the wind blows in the willows, and the fragrance of lotus sneaks in. I hold it lightly in my hand, and I twist the fragrance into a musical string, which resonates with the sound of rain and the melancholy in my heart. 30. The scenery at dusk is very beautiful. The sun sets over the western mountains, the sunset is dim, and the smoke is lingering, like a dream. The mountain looks solemn and solemn, and the small town under the mountain and the surrounding villages appear quiet and comfortable. 31. The night is so charming, and the little blue stars in the sky are blinking mysteriously, so far away from us. 32. The rays of light in the sky gradually faded, the deep red turned into red, and the red turned into light red. Finally, when all the red light disappeared, the sky suddenly seemed higher and farther away. It showed a solemn look. 33. Every evening, there are thick clouds and mist lingering in the sky. The setting sun can only take advantage of a little gap to shoot out streaks of crimson glow, like fish swimming in the sea, occasionally rolling golden scales. 34. The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is filled with rays of rays. 35. The dusk has faded, and the night has already spread. The tall plane trees are illuminated by dazzling white street lights. In the black night sky, there are circles and circles of green. Sometimes it is blown by the night wind, making a gentle rustling sound. It only lasts for a while, and then disappears into the infinite tranquility. 36. It is dusk now. The setting sun sets over the mountains, and the lake surface, mixed with scaly waves, looks so soft and lingering. The willow leaves also became silent against this desolate background, and the fish in the water became even more tactful and entangled. I like dusk, not only because of its beautiful pictures, but also because of its connection with sadness. 37. At dusk, the light of the setting sun shining on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves. 38. I came to the river pond at the bottom of the slope and watched the beautiful scenery in the summer evening. I saw the sunset burning half of the sky red, reflecting the red water in the pond, and dyeing the entire mountain red. The scope of the glow slowly narrowed, and the color gradually became lighter. Purple-red turned into dark red, dark red turned into pink, and pink turned into light red, and finally disappeared. 39. There is always a constant waiting in the dusk, there is always an eternal expectation in the evening breeze, there is always a lonely figure when I am lonely, and there are always tears of longing when I miss you. 40. The dusk has become blurry, and the sky filled with sunset glow has gradually become dull and colorless. The website collected is not good, so stop collecting it. 41. It was a gentle and softened dusk, and there was a gentle fragrance in the air. 42. The arrival of dusk is always gloomy, with mist filling the earth, and the dim sunlight giving way to darkness. 43. At sunset, the sky was filled with dark red clouds that reflected on the water, dyeing the river into a rose color. 44. The scenery in the evening is quiet and beautiful, and the indescribable harmony makes the sunset in June particularly charming. 45. Looking down at the town at dusk, it is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown. From the village with smoke curling up, a few barking dogs and roosters can be heard from time to time, as if it is a distant and hazy dream. . 46. ??The clouds in the evening are colorful. The clouds are red for a while, like delicate flowers; for a while, they are blue, like the vast sea; for a while, they are golden, like golden wheat fields. 47. A light evening mist floats in the distance. 48. At this time, it was the time when the sun was setting in the west, and golden silence enveloped the grassland. The mountains in the distance were covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the milky white clouds on the other side became as bright red as fire ribbons. The grass waves subsided, and the returning cattle and sheep came from the distant grasslands; only the camels that did not return at night were still wandering around the lake near the willow forest? 49. The night is getting darker, and the setting sun finally cannot bear it. Time sharpens and falls in the valley. The mountaintop swallowed up the last trace of the afterglow. Looking at the setting sun, I sighed: The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is a short-lived moment. The day changes and the sun and moon cycle. 50. Dusk comes quietly from outside the distant mountains, and the colors of the mountains change from dark ocher to light blue. 51. Summer evenings are passionate and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful skirt with lightly rolled temples; graceful and luxurious. 52. The twilight is closing, and the last ray of the setting sun is still caressing the horizon material library 53. This is a characteristic of winter nights. The sky is bright and the ground is dark, as if the cold air has blocked the light. 54. The night wiped away the last ray of the setting sun, and the night fell slowly like a velvet curtain in a theater.