Modern poems about sunsets are beautiful.

Editor's Note: to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the coming night. Sunset is a beautiful natural landscape, just like our life. After its glory, it sometimes disappears in the western hills.

Petals fall in spring.

Leaves also fall in autumn.

If there is wind, it will be even better.

Like the sun disappearing in the western hills.

For example, those who have lost sight of the scenery have finally returned to their hometown.

Fear the soil.

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There is endless affection there.

There are flowers and roots of trees.

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On earth, sweets and bitterness have been eaten.

I return the soil with decay.

Author: clear

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