-inscription
The evening in summer is particularly long, and I like walking in the summer sunset best. Walking on the red brick road of the city, a pair of flat-bottomed cloth shoes are holding the joy and harvest of the day, strolling freely in the full room, watching the rosy clouds on the horizon fill the sky, and the tall buildings stand gently in the sunset, their outlines are no longer so firm and cold, and they are coated with a layer of softness by a touch of sunset, shaking hands with the world, waiting for everyone who returns home to light up its lights.
A beautiful woman in a cloth skirt, singing a ditty in the sunset, wants to dance happily, but is worried about offending passers-by's eyes. So, I bowed my head and smiled, and my good mood was full of fulfilling feelings and filled my heart. I can't squeeze a trace of sadness and loneliness. Drunkenness is a hymn in the sunset. The rosy clouds in summer slowly disappear and hang on the horizon. The accumulated golden light falls in the bun, at the foot, in the center of the city and in the unknown distance.
Born in a faint state of mind, I don't expect radiant charm, just want to embrace this sunset in the dusk and warm the timetable of the past and the future. I have walked through many sunsets and seen many spectacular sunsets, but I only fell in love with the beautiful sunset in my hometown. The sun is faintly visible, hiding behind the clouds for a while, showing his little face for a while, playing unscrupulously beside his mother like a naughty child.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the glow slowly faded, and the heavy clouds covered the dazzling front, and the sky gradually darkened.
One step at a time, one brick and one tile, are all left by tossing about youth. Just like the beauty of this sunset, it is practical after precipitation during the day. If you walk in the sunset and are frank and thorough, it is great happiness, and peace of mind is bliss.
A person weaves the worries in the sunset with the hard work of the first half of his life. These efforts are unforgettable. In the sunset of life, you will make a beautiful book with endless aftertaste. Some people say that when I get old, I will look for hedges and straw houses, plant chrysanthemums, raise chickens, stand in the sunset and wait for the person who returns. This is a beautiful picture of life, which many people on the road are pursuing.