And I, because of the beauty of the evening sunset, am willing to accept such a wait. The sunset is so beautiful. With the passage of time, she gradually hid her light, but she never forgot to burn herself with her life to give mankind a glory before dark. I once described her affectionately, like a small egg yolk, with a tender and smooth feeling that melts in the mouth. If you put it in your hand and mouth, it is really a treasure. However, as Li Bai said in "Antique", "Passing through the Sichuan and the streamer, drifting without treating each other." Beauty is always fleeting, and soon, the intoxicating face of the sunset is covered by night, leaving part of her sweetness to the moon.
I like sunsets. She is the wonder of "a touch of sunset glow, a few lines of new geese, clouds on the horizon, blurred red shadows and clear night sky" in Zhou Bangyan. I love the sunset, because it is the magnificence of Wang Bo's "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei, Autumn Water and One Color"; I am attached to the sunset glow, only because she has the sadness of Han Wo's "tears before flowers, cold food and drunkenness asking the sunset glow". All these feelings and worries are poured into the afterglow of the sunset, just like her gentle soft light, which seeps into everyone's heart, and the sound of * * * echoes in every corner of people's hearts.
In the sunset, I love fantasy, dreaming, thinking and inspiration. Tagore wrote: "My flower of the day dropped its forgotten petals, and it matured into a golden fruit of memory at dusk." Yes, inspired by the rising sun during the day, we are so busy and lively that we can't calm down and think about life, the future and the past. On the contrary, the sunset gave us time and peace, and touched our thoughts with her usual composure, so that we could calm down and sublimate our three views in the misty song of returning birds. At dusk, the memory petals falling during the day will be picked up in the evening, precipitating the past during the day, and then turning into mature golden fruits in the evening breeze, waiting for the joy of harvesting life, and then suddenly looking back, everything fluctuates like a breeze.
I believe that the sunset is a melting pot of ideas and inspiration. After thinking about life, I like to write it down as a memory of youth and live up to my wonderful love for life given by time. Maybe it can only be done in the sunset. Only in this way can I sort out the embroidery thread of my thoughts, slowly embroider a blueprint I hope in my heart, and pour inspiration into my beautiful lines. This is the magic of sunset. In the sunset, no one can avoid lingering sadness, not Ma Zhiyuan, not Gong Zizhen, not Han Wo, not even me. Who can be unmoved by the sunset, miss the fallen leaves, yearn for the mountains and rivers all day long, rise and fall, and suddenly look back with an open mind ... The sunset is in the eyes, feelings are in the hearts, and people are thinking about things. This feeling, only the sunset can give.
I am about to leave my hometown and miss the sunset in my hometown. The wind curtain is moving and dancing, and the same feelings as Zhou Bangyan are deeply imprinted in my heart. When the sun sets, the fallen leaves return to their roots. Perhaps this quiet can give me a little leisure, make a pot of green tea, sometimes read Tagore's poems aloud, sometimes enjoy Zhou Bangyan's freedom, and sometimes cry when I dream of Lu Xun's flowers in the evening. Let my green tea smell of sunset, I think it must be a warm taste.
In the sunset, no one can avoid the lingering feelings of ancient and modern times. In that golden color, people can always recall the past and imagine that it is a kind of happiness and a kind of melancholy. Sad thoughts finally touched the afterglow of the sunset in the past year. The river was sparkling, shadows were floating, birds were singing alone, and white skirts swept the little daisies on the ground ... ..