Dusk
In the summer at dusk, the sun is scorching. The sky showed a bloodthirsty sunset, intertwined on the shore of Dongting Lake. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and I love the red sun and the sky on the shore. The horizon at dusk outlines a kind of exaggerated parting. The colorful light of the sunset is confusing. As the distant horizon is swallowed up by the cracked red glow, the whole world is filled with a red paradise. Except for the charming glow reflected by the ripples of the lake, everything is like short grass that isolates the world, turning the entire wilderness into ashes, with only the mottled tree shadows and continuous mountain scenery emerging.
Looking for thousands of Baidu in my dream, I just want to look for the bright red at dusk. Look at the dazzling brilliance and the swaying tree shadows that are entangled in your heart. It seems like a dream left behind after thousands of years of reincarnation, lost in the world of blue sea and blue sky. Gradually, those melancholy eyes have become sleepy. Returning to the past, when I leisurely look at the majesty of the blue sky, always feeling tired, because it is a realistic longing. I can't return to such a deep blue sky leisurely. I can't return to the smoke and clouds of dreams for a long time. I just want the quiet dusk in my eyes.
In my memory, there are very few days when I can be alone and sad. In this poetic dusk, the desire for that kind of dream has become a plum blossom in my heart, blooming deep in my memory. If I shroud such a red glow, dialogue with it, messy hair, blowing endless thoughts. It became a whisper on the other side. That day, I just looked up. When I looked up, I saw the dark red color of the sun that had not faded yet, left on the horizon. At the end of this doomsday, endless rain of tears drifted down.
Just like the morning glow on the horizon, the eyes are soaked with tears, but they still stay, drunk and dreaming about life and death, sitting alone with a cup while chanting and feeling happy.
A kind of pursuit of dreams, circuitous between reality and deviation, wandering, melancholy and unpredictable, seems to be regretful for a long time, unable to lift the heart-breaking sorrow with a heavy hand. . Let the helpless hurt sit on the mountain in the evening and quietly feel the bleak cold night sky. Eliminate this humble sorrow and end the pain of lovesickness. The promise disappeared, and the past has become the setting sun of the dawn wind, which has wiped the memory red and the longing has faded.
It is this kind of escape that makes us yearn for a mooring of our own. After searching for it for so long, why are we still alone? Because I want to find a harbor with a warm heart. Look at the gurgling water and the crescent moon like a hook. Does it allow you to calm down the red smoke and dust, waiting for habitat? It is the washing of time that makes a person sit quietly in the silence of dusk and secretly relieve his sorrow. No matter how long the injury lasts, I will be deeply moved by the dim light.
Yesterday my heart was still there, today I am running wild. The morning glow always brings back your memories. However, when everything is covered up by this, it is discovered that the world at dusk is also a longing for dreams. It is a kind of leisurely freedom, a medicine that makes you smile, and a poison that makes you shed tears. But it always makes you linger, and makes you lament this drunken state of mind.
You can’t give me this drunkenness. Even the air is filled with your habitat. I sit quietly on the ground and look at the distant mountains. The smoke is dim and the bamboo shadows are whirling. The colors are intoxicating. I dream about the camp with horns blowing. I enter the bustling clear sky that has been exaggerated by everything, and it becomes clear. The fallen leaves and the yellowed sky seemed as poetic as the late autumn. Thousands of white clouds shrouded the quiet dusk like a gauze, like a Jiangnan painting made with hand ink. The afterglow of the setting sun was accidentally revealed, and contained The tide of love floods in my mind, and it is inextricably linked, like a shadow.
It is sinking, so dusk. Allow me to fall in love with your bright red fragrance, flowing like a memory
Because I have been lost for too long, I have forgotten the tenderness of drunkenness and the sorrow of falling in love with the mortal world.
Please accept it as a satisfactory answer. A composition about dusk
The vibrant spring scenery is endearing, the summer with its colorful flowers is charming, the fruity mid-autumn is worthy of praise, and the snow-covered winter in the North is truly spectacular.
However, I love the dusk in the countryside, not only because of its intoxicating charm, but also because it is full of rich flavor of life. When the sunset spreads its afterglow to the earth, the countryside shrouded in bright afterglow Full of poetry and painting, people's lives here seem more fulfilling.
The river is so peaceful at dusk, and the blood-red sunset dyes the river water red.
Under the caress of the evening breeze, the river water made countless ripples, flowing gently like strips of red silk.
A few fallen leaves drifted leisurely into the distance in the water.
Several old people were fishing by the river.
There is something special about the country roads.
The children were bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun, driving herds of cattle and sheep on their way home.
Cute little lambs and lively calves followed their mothers and played happily.
Several naughty children sat on the backs of cows and hummed country tunes; some children used whips to drive the naughty cows and sheep.
The singing, mooing, and bleating sounds formed a beautiful "pastoral song", which together with the setting sun and sunset glow spread over this small road filled with local flavor.
In the fields, the soft sunset glow rises. The red glow is like colored satin, smearing on the sky and spreading to the ground. The smiling faces of people who have worked for a day are even more rosy.
They looked at the yellow and golden fields, and the fatigue of the day disappeared.
The farmyard surrounded by poplar trees is even more mesmerizing.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the thick trees on this red brick and blue tile house, giving it a layer of yellow color.
Wisps of smoke emitted from the chimney.
There are white clouds in the sky, the fresh air makes people feel refreshed, and a few swallows are catching insects in the sky.
Chickens, ducks and geese are walking on the ground looking for food in front of the door.
When the last ray of sunset faded away, looking around, the whole village was shrouded in dusk, and the lights of thousands of houses flickered, flickering on and off, creating a beautiful and quiet night.
People are immersed in this peaceful atmosphere.
What a beautiful sunset in the countryside! It's like charming music and a magnificent picture. Composition: Dusk at My House, 600 words
It was dark and it was about to rain.
Walking on the way home from school, I felt like the sky. My heart seemed to be pressed by a heavy stone. I couldn't calm down for a long time. The scenes I just saw lingered in front of my eyes. ,,,,, Walking out of the school gate with my sister, a big sister handed us a leaflet.
I took it and looked at it as I walked. I found that this leaflet was meaningless to me, so I threw it in the air.
The leaflet floated in the wind and fell gently to the ground.
At this time, I was chatting with my sister and didn't pay attention to the various waste papers on the ground.
My sister threw the leaflet in her hand to the ground again, and then I discovered the pieces of waste paper scattered on the ground, as well as piles of garbage everywhere.
Flies have become regular visitors to these garbage, "visiting" in groups.
Waves of stench penetrated the nostrils, and people passing by had to cover their noses, stand on tiptoes, and carefully avoid it.
I also had to be careful, for fear of contracting terrible bacteria. At this time, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, remembering the scene where I just threw away the leaflet.
Am I not one of the people who create this garbage? I'm ashamed of the mistakes I made.
If people were like me, wouldn’t our beautiful city become a “garbage kingdom”? It felt like a stone was weighing heavily on my heart, and I felt extremely uncomfortable... "Protecting the environment is the responsibility of each of our citizens.
" I remembered the teacher's teachings again.
Yes, a lot of garbage is produced every day in life. If it is not handled properly and thrown everywhere, the garbage will overflow, breed thousands of germs, and the stench will be rampant. It gets into people's nostrils, pollutes the air, damages the environment, threatens health, and the consequences are disastrous! Walking on the way home from school, I deeply blamed myself for littering everywhere. At the same time, I also realized the profound meaning of the sentence "Care for the environment starts with me.
" .
People, take care of the environment. Start with me and start with every little thing around you.
After school, my classmates and I flew out of the school gate happily like birds out of their cages.
At this time, the sun was no longer as aggressive as it was at noon. Facing the cool breeze, some students were talking and laughing in twos and threes, while others bowed their heads and said nothing. They must have been criticized at school.
I was playing with the yo-yo in my hand and humming "Sour and sweet is me". I looked very comfortable. I went to a roadside shop and bought a "Mengniu Green Mood" "He ate it happily, looking more satisfied than being the president, and subconsciously threw away the ice cream paper.
Suddenly, I saw several classmates helping a female cleaner to clean up the garbage on the floor. They were so focused that big beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads.
I seemed to be struck by lightning and stayed there in a daze. Seeing them immersed in the joy of labor, I was so ashamed that I immediately picked up the paper bag and joined the ranks of labor.
I fully appreciate the joy of labor, let the sweat moisten my whole body, and proudly enjoy the approving glances from around me.
I walked on the familiar road home again, and I was still thinking about everything that had just happened. I deeply realized that building our harmonious and beautiful home requires each of us to start from the following points. Starting from small things, we shine light for the whole society and describe the sunset
It is getting late, but this is the most touching moment of the day! The sun is no longer as bright as it was at noon! The clouds seemed to have succumbed to the light, and the blue sky seemed to be intoxicated, turning into light red. The sun slowly set, as if it wanted to say goodbye to us. Gradually, it took off its orange coat, and slowly It turned red. I could see that it must want to let people remember it deeply in their hearts at the last moment. At this time, the mountain seemed to be moved and slowly descended, as if it wanted to send the sun a ride. At this time The sun seemed very happy and walked down the mountain hand in hand.
Suddenly all living things seemed reluctant to leave and wanted to go down the mountain together.
The light has faded, like a match that is about to go out, but it is still so strong and unyielding, stopping halfway up the mountain. We look at its last smile and remember it unforgettably. It has done everything for us! The sun has set, leaving only the sky full of red clouds, like a goddess dropping a red dress.
The mountains on the river bank seemed to be particularly shy, so they quickly covered themselves in gorgeous red clothes.
The afterglow shines on the sparkling river, coating it with a layer of sparkling golden light.
The clouds in the sky were illuminated even more dazzlingly by the gorgeous rays of light. They were reflected in the clear river water and rippled, as if the sky was shaking.
The trees and people on the riverside have all turned red. I am bathed in the brilliant glow, which is so comfortable; the gentle river breeze blowing on my face is so gentle.
I praise you, beautiful sunset! An essay on the topic of dusk.
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The sun dragged its tired body slowly towards the west, and darkness encroached on the entire city, but all the scenes in front of me were like a gust of wind, blowing through the memories. The sea rolled up waves and slapped the coast. Suddenly, there was a surge of warmth and nostalgia. That was the intoxicating rural dusk in my memory.
At that time, I always loved to shuttle between the fields, stroll on the field ridges, feel the gentle caress of the evening breeze, smell the fragrance of the earth brewing in the air, and follow the path with my eyes until it disappears.
When I was tired from walking, I stopped and sat on the grass beside the path.
The sun had stopped being so hot at noon, and I hid next to the hill in the west with a red face.
The sunset dyed the sky red, starting from the clouds over there and slowly blurring out, and then the colors gradually became lighter, from fiery red to orange-red, orange-yellow, and light yellow. The whole sky was like an ethereal patch of light. amber.
The rays of light fall from the sky, intertwining with the green of the rice fields, blending together, and finally turning into a strange color, which is very beautiful.
Soon a few wisps of smoke will drift out of the village, like Huan Nu's silk scarf, slowly drifting into the distance.
At this time, it’s time to go home.
Running all the way home, the chorus of chickens and ducks is not to be missed.
The woman walked to the shore with a long bamboo stick. Not far from the ducks, she waved the bamboo stick. The ducks, who had been eating, drinking and playing happily, immediately panicked. They were scurrying around, but the owner didn't seem angry. She took her time and drove the ducks back from various places.
On the other side, the aunt who raised chickens also drove her precious chickens out of the bamboo forest.
The two hosts came together and talked about something.
Chickens and ducks naturally mixed together.
"Quack, quack, quack," the ducks sang, and the "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck out there out there,"
The scene was extremely lively.
When I got home, the aroma of vegetables overflowed.
So, I rushed to the kitchen impatiently, looked at the dishes tumbling in the pot expectantly, swallowed my saliva, and set out the bowls and chopsticks.
As usual, dinner is eaten in the yard, so the dining table is moved to the yard. Young and old gather around the table and chat while eating.
Old people always love to talk about history, especially the Anti-Japanese War.
The children always recounted their experiences on this day, and their parents always listened patiently. The family enjoyed themselves happily and laughed constantly.
The evening was spent in this warmth.
Countryside dusk is always so intoxicating! I don’t know when I will be able to return to my hometown and feel the warmth and joy of the countryside at dusk again! A 400-word essay on Dusk in Hometown
The setting sun fell to the other side of the mountain in the countryside like a red-faced drunk who had drunk too much wine, reflecting half of the water red and half golden.
The dusk in my hometown is beautiful and quiet.
The flowers and plants on the roadside all fell asleep quietly under the caress of the evening breeze.
But at this time, the cicadas started shouting energetically. Taking advantage of the tranquility of the night, on the tall trees, they shouted happily to usher in the dusk. Zhizhizhi~~~~ ~~~~~~~ shouted.
The dusk in my hometown is both busy and lively.
"When the sun sets, the birds return to the forest." All kinds of birds also hurriedly return to their nests. The father bird wants to take the food he found home, and the mother bird wants to take care of it at home. Several hungry little birds have to wait for the father bird to bring the food back and start cooking.
The washerwoman by the river hurried home with the clothes washed by the river, and the adults who were working in the fields all went home. They were all carrying farm tools and sweating on their backs.
After a while, smoke was rising from the chimneys of every house, and the sound of women cooking tools could be heard in the kitchen. After dinner, everyone came out to enjoy the cool air. Some talked about the latest news in the village, and some Talking about everyday things~~~~~~~~ Eighth grade composition Dusk fascinates me
When I mention dusk, I will think of the golden red color of ***.
The color red makes people feel excited, but in my impression, dusk is quiet.
Every evening, the setting sun loses its majesty and turns into a shy little girl.
In the caress of the evening breeze, the river water gently made countless ripples.
On the streets, on the roofs, big trees, cars, rivers...the sun has coated them with a layer of gold powder, and the whole world is shrouded in gold, golden, yellow and orange, just like a fairy tale world generally.
The sun hid deeper and deeper, but its afterglow exposed its whereabouts like a huge halo.
The red color of the sunset is like boiling water, gushing out and shining brightly.
The setting sun stretches the shadows of pedestrians, making their footsteps more hurried. People live a more fulfilling life under the golden shroud.
The sun is almost completely hidden below the horizon, and the sunset is surrounded by glowing rays.
The snow-white clouds, like a girl in red, are dancing in the sky, as if saying goodbye to the great sun! Everything misses this beautiful sunset.
You see, even the sunflower stares at the last touch of the sunset for a long time. Its small green palm in the depths is like the sun saying goodbye.
The birds in the trees also sang songs and held a farewell ceremony for Father Sun.
There is still the last trace of softness left in the sunset. The bright red is getting darker and darker, and the red glow spreads from the sky to the ground like a colorful forging.
People’s smiling faces were also dyed red, and the fatigue of the day suddenly disappeared.
Even the last glimmer of the colorful dusk has been completely withdrawn.
The dark blue sky is still beautiful, but this is another kind of beauty - tranquility.
Dusk is over, and the quiet night has begun... Composition: Dusk on Campus
[Essay: Dusk on Campus] Dusk on campus is winter, and in a few days it will be the winter solstice. School Most of the trees inside are bare, except for the edge of the playground and a circle of green cypress trees under the national flag. Due to the strong wind, there is a thin layer of soil on top, which makes their color a bit dim. Composition of dusk on campus.
On the large playground, some people who were waiting for the canteen to open their meals after class were playing football. The scattered white figures were like white flowers in the mountains.
The horizontal bar is built on the lawn, in a corner of the campus... There is a layer of dust on the cool horizontal bar.
There are not many people on the playground at this time. Most students will choose classrooms with a strong learning atmosphere or warm dormitories to make good use of their time. However, occasionally there are students who go for a run on the playground, probably for fitness... The same is true at the school gate. People were coming and going, and most of the students met with their parents at this time to pick up the items sent by their families. In the haze, many people walked back to the dormitory carrying bags... The tall swallow-shaped sculpture of the attached high school stood in the campus at dusk... It's winter at dusk on campus, and it will be the winter solstice in a few days. Most of the trees in the school are bare, except for the edge of the playground and a circle of green cypress trees under the national flag. Due to the strong wind, there is a thin layer of soil on it. It makes their colors dim a bit. Composition "Twilight on Campus" for the first grade of high school.
On the large playground, some people who were waiting for the canteen to open their meals after class were playing football. The scattered white figures were like white flowers in the mountains.
The horizontal bar is built on the lawn, in a corner of the campus... There is a layer of dust on the cool horizontal bar.
There are not many people on the playground at this time. Most students will choose classrooms with a strong learning atmosphere or warm dormitories to make good use of their time. However, occasionally there are students who go for a run on the playground, probably for fitness... The same is true at the school gate. People were coming and going, and most of the students met with their parents at this time to pick up the items sent by their families. In the haze, many people walked back to the dormitory carrying bags... The tall swallow-shaped sculpture of the attached high school stood in the dusk campus... Cheng Ming, Yanhua High School Affiliated to Beijing Normal University, Yanshan, Beijing
The sun sets on the campus at dusk, and the earth is bathed in the afterglow of the clouds. People stroll in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening wind blows slowly, bringing waves of flowers and trees. The delicate fragrance makes people relaxed and happy, and the sunset is infinitely better.
The wind blew away my worries all day long, and I couldn't help but sing softly.
What gave me at this time was not pain and sadness, but an artistic sadness. This sadness is not a sad feeling, it is an unparalleled and tragic mood. When you When you look to the west, the molten gold-like flames gradually turn from brilliant to dull. At that moment, a warm feeling will arise in your heart.
A bright red sunset shines on the Western Mountain, and large white clouds float in the azure blue sky. They show a flaming red under the glow of the setting sun. If you look carefully, You will see the clouds fluttering in the sky, just like being in a veil-like dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
I strolled happily on the campus playground, walking so lightly and slowly, as if I didn't want to disturb this intoxicating dusk.
With eyes that have been tired all day long, at this moment, I look to the west and see that the setting sun has already reached the top of the mountain. The setting sun is like blood, and the clouds are like fire, giving the campus, woods, rivers, villages, The mountains are plated with soft carmine red, and there is a faint golden light radiating around them.
A refreshing night breeze blew against my face, as if all worries and fatigue were ignored, and every tense nerve in the body gradually relaxed; the wind wrinkled the river surface, and layers of wrinkles appeared The ripples reflect the bright red glow, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; the small bamboo forest in the distance shines with green light, gently shaking the bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the wind rustles the leaves. The rustling sound is like singing a beautiful song; the high-altitude wind chases, teases, and tears the clouds wantonly.
The sun has set, and the burning sunset has gradually dimmed.
Gradually, gradually, night falls, and the intoxicating dusk still appears in my mind. The beautiful and fascinating scene deeply attracts me: my sight, my My spirit, my thoughts... were all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "twilight picture". I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself.
With a reluctant heart, I took heavy steps and quietly left the boundary of the dusk... I feel that this article is very good, but there are too many. I will delete some for you, no. It will affect the coherence of the article. If it is still too much, you can change it yourself! ~
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