Reading dusk

There is a gold house in the book, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu, but isn’t the elegant and intoxicating beauty in the book extracted from life? We have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, and we must have a pair of insightful eyes. I love reading good books and I love reading beautiful scenery.

The dusk of early summer is gentle and intoxicating. Like a girl who drinks alcohol, the drunken face is flooded with two blushes. The sky was reddened like the overturned red wine. The sun that had been hot for a day also converges a lot at this moment, slowly converges the hot beam and turns into the yellow sea on the horizon. At this time, there was a drizzle of rain, every raindrop refracted with shining brilliance, like a gemstone falling from the sky, then falling on the flowers, on the leaves, between the grass, and the gemstones were melted. The golden water is dazzling. Everything is so harmonious, neither cold nor hot, the fusion of rain and sunset casts the poetic and artistic meaning of the moment; everything is so quiet, no noisy or noisy, only the pure and sincere voice of nature lingers in the ear; everything It is so comfortable, not boring and not dry, the warm raindrops and my warm hugs, like honey, in the heart.

Everything is lyric, and the feeling of "the phoenix is ​​more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit" is born, and the feeling of silence is also volatilized. Looking out from the window sill, I saw that the setting sun was extraordinarily soft and dazzling, reaching out to cover it, and then letting the light pour out from the fingers, as if the time was rushing, from the fingers to the point, I squinted I lamented the shortness and flight of time. The beautiful scenery at dusk is very difficult for me to study hard. After reading the evening, let me know how to seize the time. Every minute and every second is wasted or grasped from my own hands.

There were intermittent rains, and turned and looked up at the other side of the sunset. There were two bright rainbow racks in the sky. At dusk, all kinds of wonderful things appeared together. I was pleased to feel the drizzle of the early summer, reading. The dusk brought me the beauty and comfort.

Third day: Su Xinyue