Beautiful prose of sunset: sunset
At sunset, the bloody sunset glow splashed brilliantly in the distant sky, dyed the flawless white clouds red. In the evening alternating day and night, there is a magical power between heaven and earth. Describe everything with the most beautiful colors. The world at this time is solemn and vast, and the nature at this time is quiet and beautiful.
I paced on the country road, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and looked at the sunset that day. I can't help feeling sad, and a sadness welled up from my heart. It is not grief-stricken when losing a loved one, nor self-pity when facing oneself, but a faint, nonchalant sadness, which is not strong, but confusing: why am I sad? My nose is sour and I want to cry. But that kind of sadness has been suppressed in my heart. No matter how much I want to vent my feelings, it still lingers in my heart. So, my eyes are dry and tearless.
I can't help feeling, no wonder the ancients: the sunset is infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. ? It really makes people feel endless emptiness: a kind of loss that seems to have lost something precious, but I don't know what has disappeared.
Another day has passed, my life has gone one day, and I have taken a step from death. I can't help recalling the past: what have I done since I was born into this world? I seem to have done a lot of things, but I seem to have done nothing. When I leave, my relatives and friends may be sad, but time will dilute everything and the world will not stop running because of my death. In the end, I didn't leave any mark on this world from birth to destruction. Can I not be sad? Osterloff once said: Life is the most precious thing for people. Life only belongs to people once. A man's life should be spent like this: looking back, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of his mediocrity. So, on his deathbed, what can he say? I have devoted my life and energy to the greatest cause in the world? Fight for the liberation of all mankind. ? I don't want to be a regretful person! I want to write my own glorious page in the chapter of history!
The last sunset disappeared in the horizon, the night fell and the bright moon shed cold light. Pack up your thoughts and stroll on your way home. I believe tomorrow will be a brand-new beginning. Let's work together!
Beautiful prose of sunset: sunset
I don't remember what day it was. In short, that night, I saw a rare sunset in winter.
Speaking of sunset, I think the sunset in summer is always more beautiful and enthusiastic than the sunset in winter. However, what does the sunset bring us? Is today over? Time flies and waits for no one? I think it's all true. The sunset is beautiful, but cruel. It ends day by day in people's lives. Alas, sunsets happen every day, but life doesn't happen twice.
The sunset in summer is beautiful and passionate. I remember when I was a child, every evening, I would stand on the small mound outside the house and watch my tired grandfather Sun come home slowly. Time passed slowly, and Grandfather Sun came to a curved ditch composed of two sharp hills. The clouds on the horizon are golden and a little fiery red, which illuminates the way forward for it. When the last ray of light was swallowed up by darkness, the moon had already revealed its true colors. Alas, Grandfather Sun has gone back, and it's time for me to come in and have dinner. Since then, I have a deep nostalgia for the sunset.
The sunset in winter gives people a warm feeling in the cold. On that day, Grandpa Sun brushed aside the clouds, rode the wind and looked at the Yin Xue world happily. Maybe I stayed in the city for too long and didn't pay attention to the sunset. Catch up with this fine weather and speed up the work progress. Towards evening, my homework has been finished. When I came to a small mound a few years ago, I saw the dark orange sun, which penetrated the Woods and sprinkled on the earth. Slowly, my heart involuntarily felt a sacred force. I began to spread my hands and raise my head to let more sunshine fall on me. Ah! What a warm and lovely sunshine! It is projected in my heart, with a passionate concern, quietly driving away the cold of my whole body. As everyone knows, how lucky it is to be able to embrace and enjoy this care in such an environment!
No, I call my sister, hehe, the sunset is for everyone! I looked at the orange sunset and a small piece of father-in-law Sun's back on the horizon and smiled. What a beautiful scenery! Unfortunately, it will be gone soon. ? The shadow behind him slowly elongated, and then the shadow gradually blurred; Finally, it quietly disappeared in the winter wind. I also watched the sun.
Probably the sunset I saw that day was the most meaningful one!
Beautiful prose of sunset: sunset
Campus is a quiet place without too much social interference. Even the calm flowers and plants acquiesced in this and remained silent all the time.
The campus is also a green garden. Except for several beautiful teaching buildings, office buildings and dormitory buildings, the rest are almost all flowers and trees. At first glance, green trees, green grass, green leaves and green grass carpets are dotted with red or white flowers. The campus is beautiful, and the campus in the sunset is even more beautiful. Hazy orange, or slightly pink, such as gauze, grass, people on the campus ground? With a gentle breath, it is sour and sweet, and there seems to be orange fragrance in the air.
The sunset is embedded in the blue sky, soft and sweet, with a touching smile. It is not as radiant as the midday sun, as round and bright as the full moon on the 15th, and as small and exquisite as the midnight stars? Bud but not artificial, elegant but not arrogant, charming but not enchanting? I snuggled up to my mother's arms, but I couldn't help looking at the world and accidentally showed all its beauty. The blue sky is glowing with orange light, which makes the clouds around us blush.
The sunset gave the earth a kiss, leaving an orange lip print. The grass is suddenly full of energy, and the green coat is also reflecting a faint orange; The grass is very delicate and charming at once, and the original beautiful petals have a gentle aura; Trees also proudly shake their orange leaves, or because they are not green enough or yellow enough to describe leaves of that color. You have to admire the makeup of a sunset girl. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Orange, pink, green and gray? Mixed in the face of the sunset kissing the earth?
Sunset is beautiful, but people often say that when you see the sun, although it is brilliant, it is almost dark. ? People describe the beauty of the sunset with 10% desolation. Why lament? The beauty of the sunset is that it is near dusk, even if it is regret, let its beauty touch people's hearts. Plum blossoms are born in the world of ice and snow, and unfortunately achieve happiness; The weeping willows naturally bow their heads, but they are sad but unique; Weeds are disgusting, are they poor but not tenacious? A word? How can plum blossoms smell sweet without some cold-cut bones? , a word? Jasper dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries? , a word? Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze, striving for perfection because of their defects.