Instant dusk

As the sun sets, the earth bathes in the glory of the afterglow. People walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly sends a burst of flowers and trees to make people feel refreshed and happy.

The wind blows away my troubles all day, and I can't help but sing low and sing. What is given to me at this time is not pain and sadness, but an artistic sadness. This sadness is not a feeling of sorrow. It is an unparalleled and tragic mood. When you look westward, it melts like gold. The flames are gradually ruined by the smashing, and at that moment, a warm feeling will come from the heart.

A touch of red sunset shines on the west hill. The blue sky is filled with large white clouds. They show a flame of blush in the setting sun. If you look closely, you will see the clouds. Fluttering in the air, like a dream like a gauze, will keep you away from troubles.

I wandered freely on the playground in the campus. The steps were so light, so slow, I didn't seem to want to disturb this intoxicating dusk.

I was tired of the eyes all day. At this time, I looked at the West. I saw that the sun was already carrying the mountain. The sun was like blood, and the clouds were like fire. I applied a soft rouge red to the campus, woods, rivers, villages and mountains. There is also a faint golden light radiating around.

The pool fish return to the Yuan, the smoke calls the child, the passenger travels. The light of the sunset kisses the day and night. Then the tired bird that casts the forest, like the poetry burned by the poet, carries the bloody flame of the setting sun...

A refreshing night wind blew in the face, as if all the troubles and exhaustion were out of the way, every nervous nerve of the body gradually eased; the wind-blown river surface, with layers of ripples, reflected the bright red glow Like the red agate of the river, it shines; the small bamboo forest in the distance is shining with green light, gently swaying the bamboo leaves in the breeze, the wind blowing the creaking sound of the leaves, like singing A beautiful song; the wind of high altitude, chasing, teasing and tearing the clouds.

Looking down, a small river - Xiaobeijiang, the color of the bamboo and the blush of the evening glow, added a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful shadow of the bamboo and the magnificent glow of the evening glow made Xiaoxiao The Beijiang River has become more intimate in people's minds; several small fishing boats have returned to the river, and a sparkling water pattern has been drawn on the river.

The bird sometimes flies in midair, and sometimes can hear the crisp and sweet tweet of the magpie, then I wake up from the dream of dusk.

The sun is setting, and the burning sunset is gradually dimming.

In a twinkling of an eye, the last touch of Xitian’s sunset has melted into the bleak hues, and the sky is gradually darkening. The surrounding mountains show a blue-green outline, and the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is chaotic.

This is like the ending of a symphony, beautiful, but gradually attributed to silence, silence, causing infinite feelings in people's hearts, paving a touching poem of the dusk of the campus: "the desert is solitary, the long river falls into the sun" It is unparalleled in its majestic momentum; "a remnant sun is paved in the water, and half of the river is half-river" is its mature charm; "the world is more late" is more serene...

Gradually, gradually, the night fell, and the intoxicating dusk appeared in my mind. The beautiful and fascinating scene deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts... All of them were immersed in this indescribable "twilight map", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and could not extricate myself.

With a reluctant mood, I took a heavy footstep and quietly left the border of this evening...