dusk

It was an empty land that was pouring over the wheat waves. Everything on the land seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gold. It was dim and bright in the sunset, and behind the sunset, it was stretched. The lengthy shadow. These shadows drifted over the mountains in the eve of the evening, leaving a deep and quiet; flowing over the creek, melting the dark gray twilight into the meandering stream; flying over the village, leaving a star of light And the light of the moon, and when all these shadows reach the innocent yellow, the night falls.

As mentioned earlier, it is naturally the long darkness after a brief dusk. It’s not true that the dusk is short. After all, as long as you look at the vast land that reflects the golden light, there is a scene of dusk in your mind. Wherever you are, if you think of the dusk like a whim, you will come from your mind. Searching for the image of the dusk, but suddenly found the dusk of the golden light that was clearly visible in the past, it has become thin and sly, as if through a curtain of water, you can never see the clear outline of the dusk in the water curtain. Try hard to think, the water curtain is dissipated like a flying stone, with the dusk inside, only holding the faint golden light, wanting to reflect the faint silhouette of the dusk from these golden lights, the hand is loose Even the golden light of these points dissipated in the darkness, glaring at the eyes, leaving only a sly emptiness in front of me, it was the night.

Twilight is the junction of white and black. The white light and the darkness of the black are intertwined here. The golden light is shining, and the golden light spreads around, lingering in the undulating ocean, sedimenting in the lush forest. ......

The sun will eventually fall into the darkness. The original golden light will also become a dark red blood. The slightly close stream will also rise to the red glow, reflecting the sparkling sea and the sea. Reflected into a red. The earth rises with a smoky smoky smoke, lingering on the grass, flowing water, and the crows stop on the dead branches. From time to time, a lonely tweet is heard, the mountains in the distance, silent, gradually in the golden light. Dim it down. And people watched the dusk, and the dream came, but they finally shut the dusk outside. Outside the door, it is still a smoky smog, a crow that perches on a dead tree, and a faint golden light...

The third day of Ningbo Binhai School: Confucius and Mencius