I once wrote a sentence: "The breeze follows the bright moon, and I just wait for the sunset to set and the sunset to be red."
I used to walk on a winding road with my bag on my back. I stopped when I walked, stopped when I walked, looked at the surrounding scenery from time to time and felt the rhythm of nature. Looking up, I saw the sunset. I froze and stared at it. Suddenly an idea rose in my heart and shocked my heart.
Once the sunset was just an ordinary thing, but now it is moved by it. Am I moved by its beauty? No, what impressed me was its spirit, its essence, something that people don't know and can't describe.
I haven't thought about its connotation, but I know that people watch the sunset to see its beauty. However, I stood on that path, but my thoughts slowly flew away because I looked up inadvertently, and a novel and hazy feeling appeared at the seaside. I closed my eyes, collected those fragmentary petals bit by bit, and pieced them together slowly, only to find that they became colorful flowers, both beautiful and elegant.
I asked myself in my mind, why is the sunset beautiful? The environment and mood at that time made me forget the scientific explanation of it, and forgot that the sunset represented the end of the day, but I gave it new meaning.
People say, "The sun welcomes a new day with a smile every day, so the sunrise is beautiful." . But I thought, "The sunset must be smiling, so the sunset is beautiful." . Sunset smiles because it has good memories. It records what people see every day: smiling cheeks, the laughter of birds in the forest, the tinkling of streams and the rustling of leaves. It's all beautiful. It has seen and heard. Memories are like a glass of old wine. The taste is mellow and sweet. That's what it remembers. Recalling one's day is so meaningful. Can it not be happy about it? Will you not regret it later? Can it not be beautiful?
Life is slowly on the road, make good use of every day, enrich yourself and improve yourself. When enjoying the scenery on the road, don't forget to recall the past and think about everything you have done, whether you can make yourself regret in the future and in youth.
Sunset is not only a sunset, but also a meaning that anyone can understand. As for me, I only know a little. Sunset sometimes does not represent death, and sometimes it also represents hope.
The beauty of the sunset is because it recalls the good and happy days of the past and smiles. Let's seize the good opportunity now and fight! When you are old, you can remember the past with a smile, face the sunset with a smile, and slowly read and understand the sunset red.
Prose praising the sunset II: How many sunsets are there?
Time can't stay, spring has gone without a trace, the tide has come and gone, and it has gathered and dispersed in a hurry. The past can't be forgotten. Duckweed still exists in Xiqing Mountain, and the setting sun is a little red.
In life, the afternoon sunshine always goes west, there are many unexpected sorrows in life, and love will have unexpected endings. The gears of time keep turning, combining and separating, and those indelible memories slowly fade away in the years. Memory that a touch of sunset, incomplete traces of red blood, lonely sky, alone with a piece of rouge incomplete beauty. Hide tonight's song and let it be in blowing in the wind tomorrow night. The wind sends me dreams, and the world is endless.
The past or happy mood stays in the glory of the sunset, and the warm fragments float in the glow, which seems to miss the quiet dusk of the water town and the back of the Iraqi who died in the afterglow in Jiangnan. The breeze gently brushed the branches, and the aftertaste between the lips and teeth recalled the beauty of that moment. Memories cannot be washed away by time. In the beautiful scenery, pedestrians will be sent away in the sunset. It's not that time can't keep happiness, but that life can't keep natural changes and migration. Time can only keep the tenderness and laughter of life for a moment, but it can't keep the happiness and prosperity of life.
Once familiar with the wooden window, you can see the back of the sunset. The first love time in the afternoon is fixed, and the vague whisper and gentleness in the evening can't stand the erosion and precipitation of time and gradually fade and get old. The peach blossoms behind the house are just purples that open to the west every year. The glory that the years began to lose after parting, no matter how polished the red blooming in the sunset streamer, can restore its blushing face. Sunset seems to travel where you want to go, as beautiful as fireworks, which darkens a face waiting in the season.
On the other side of the world, hang your thoughts on the horizon. Time flies quietly, the sun sets, looking back at the old days, so that I can no longer be blank. What is regret? This is a wound in my heart. After sunset, I walked alone in the cold night like water, lit a heart lamp in the silent hut and played a semi-curved flute. Blow away the memory of the city, and the past quietly blooms in my heart. Looking back on the boys and girls of that year, there was no joy in the flute, only a sigh or sadness. Before a song is over, the memory begins to age. If I can turn around smartly, why does my heart hurt? Listening to the argot of the sunset, whispering the voice of the sea of people, it is still sad to live. Hearing the wind lamenting, I feel dejected, and the scenes in my memory still linger, becoming an ink painting scroll forever printed in my mind; I can't forget it. I'd love to. Every time I miss you, I will meditate, miss and care, and all kinds of emotions will come to my mind. Who didn't sleep this night?
This summer, watch a sunset, watch the vicissitudes of life, listen to a tired bird traveling west, and pay for the true feelings of the world. After several generations of reincarnation, tears can be seen. Too much gratitude, too much sadness, long river and surging heart. Constantly thinking about growth, loneliness is like a tree, and shadows move with the wind. One by one to Ren Fei. How much melancholy, time flies, an encounter that didn't stay, leaving only one person wandering the streets, continuing to wander and passing by. A man asked about the sunset at night.
Freehand brushwork sunset red, foam painting blood red sunset red. A few bunches of roses in front of the window have gradually withered. The hard-won feelings that once bewitched previous lives have also left. Eternal love, incomparable gentleness. Understatement of feelings, elimination of the transformation of lies, nothing more, excuses and decorations are so perfect. Between the lines, it's just sadness. Passing by intentionally or unintentionally, is it ironic that I used to be persistent? It can't wait long, and it's doomed. Sighing is like a flower in the mirror. Looking up at the sky and sighing, how much loneliness and regret, how to go and stay, how much helplessness; Who will accompany me to get drunk on a stormy night? Appreciate the prosperity of life, watch the loss of a season, and ask what love is. It's so gentle and hurtful. I can't solve your troubles, I can't see through your injuries, so I can't live without it. Too extravagant and noisy love is not suitable for quiet me. Memories of overdraft, running so painfully, long-term love, you have gone to the west to fall, how can you wake up that sleeping love?
There is a song, the evening breeze is cool for a while. The evening breeze quietly asked the sunset: Who is standing under the old tree, silently staring at the distance? A wisp of hair hangs over the shoulders, and acacia is longer than hair. Dusk is coming, why forget the cool evening breeze? Suddenly I saw a shadow shaking in front of me. How happy I am that you came to my side. You want to spend the night with me, you want to watch the sunset with me. How happy I am by your side. Maybe you don't understand, I used to be persistent and completely indifferent. Passing clouds and smoke, half the city is full of smoke and sand. After walking over and over again, my heart is numb and I can't draw the original picture. Rouge sunset, no longer fantasizing about the familiar voice, gradually began to get used to a person's loneliness.
Essays on Ode to the Sunset, Part III: Sunset Sorrow Comes to Sunset Red.
Time is always full of things in your heart. When you look back on the past, you will feel dull pain and tears in your eyes. Have you ever forgotten the pain of the past? How can the sadness of the past not come out of my eyes? Sunset, endless dark dust; West wind, endless dark overlapping ancient roads. At dusk, my mind flashed before my eyes, but unfortunately no one could paint warm colors on the painful past. Sunset red, red through half the sky, shrouded in shadows, particularly bleak.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. I once imagined a person wearing ancient cloth, blushing all over his face, wearing a silver hairpin on his head, his hair blown by the wind, and his eyes were indifferent. Holding the horse, standing on the bridge, watching the dark waves faintly flow westward, as if my heart had gone with them. At sunset, the river was dyed orange-red, with a hint of blood in the color. Standing in the wind, watching the infinite scenery in the sunset, the leaves wither, the blackbirds moan, the wind blows away, and the green grass is yellow and yellow, which makes the world miserable. The horse lowered its head, hissed in a low voice from time to time, gently stroked its dark brown hair, and looked at its lonely eyes, and could not help but feel the same. The horse wagged its tail and head. I can't help asking, Ma, have you ever experienced the plight of sand and dust rolling in the desert, making it difficult to walk, thirsty and dusty? When you were a child, did you gallop on the green grassland with that strong brown mare and enjoy the happiness brought by an affair?
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and it's sentimental. Red law is a little drunk, and Jianghu is a little dangerous. I came for you, but now you're gone, without even waving your hand or taking away any worries. Once upon a time, I was your lotus, slim and graceful, and Prime Minister Bai Ning. Love a little, love a little. Lotus, standing silently at the top of Lotus Road, has amazing charm and various customs. When it's quiet, it's like Sandy's jade hand resting on a beauty, and when it's moving, it's like Chang 'e's dancing ribbon. You are the clear water under the lotus, with wind and waves, clear and green. In your eyes, I am not a reflection, but a deep seed; I am in your heart, not deeply planted, but unforgettable. You gave me a lot. Almost, my life is your endless blue waves and inexhaustible black mud. Bibo is your affectionate eyes, because of it, I am like a lotus; Mud is your deep feeling, because of it, I live well. When is this? Where is this? Suddenly, you left me, and your eyes were no longer warm, but more indifferent and disdainful. When you turned around and looked back, you were indifferent. And I, no longer your lotus, slowly wither. I want to keep you, I shouted desperately. In the autumn sunset and dreamlike sleep, I called you gently, gently, but in the misty eyes, you didn't leave.
The past depends on the past, and looking back on the past is unbearable. When the seeds of love no longer germinate, when sad tears gather in my eyes, another bleak autumn wind blows through my heart lake. Classmate and best friend, what a beautiful word. Green mountains and green waters, green water flowing. How I miss our days together. The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the sea is vast. In retrospect, it is also sweet. The slip of paper quietly passed in class jumps our naughty thoughts; Physical education class handed a bosom of water to convey warm care; Under the beautiful bauhinia in the campus, our songs are floating; After school, on the tree-lined path, we talked about everything, sometimes holding hands, sometimes smiling at each other, whispering and talking endlessly about intimacy; Climbing mountains and wading, the flowing water gurgles all the way, the springs are tinkling, the deep paths are full of red flowers and green willows, and the flowers are clustered one by one, which is refreshing. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the beautiful scenery in the world, such as silver waterfalls and colorful red flowers. Good memories, warm eyes, intimate feelings and feelings of sharing weal and woe have been lingering in my heart, sweet. It's a pity that my heart has nowhere to put intoxicating scenery. A bosom of water, a lifetime of love; A song, a homesickness; A hand in hand, a lifetime. My vows, with the passage of time, with the changes of my heart and feelings, are eclipsed in the bleak autumn wind. In fact, it's not that I want to forget the past, but that beautiful moment that I never forget has closed my heart.
Autumn wind, blowing across the face, a little cold, a little shivering with cold. Suddenly the phone rang: hello? Is it? Haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay? Ah, greetings from afar, my cold heart suddenly warmed up, and tears in my eyes burst again. Put down the phone, my mother's warm arms hugged my cold body, and I buried my head in my mother's arms to watch the sunset with her. The sunset at this time is particularly charming and warm. What are you talking about? What are you sad about? It is the most beautiful sunset in my life with greetings from afar and the warmth of my mother's endless arms.
Don't forget, I want to be my mother's sunset, so that she can feel it all her life. Incomplete body is not terrible, the most terrible thing is that there is no positive, warm and boiling heart.