The scenery is good here.

Nowadays, most people live in big cities. How many people can feel the beauty of the sunset in the countryside? I was lucky enough to realize it.

It was late, and the sun was going to fall to the side of the mountain, leaving only a half-red face. The red light of the sunset slowly moves along the trunk, moving higher and higher, moving from the trunk to the treetop.

After dinner, those who had been tired for a day packed up their housework and each gave a small bench to the creek to enjoy the cold. In the quiet creek, the son of weeping willow, looking at the rice in the middle of the fast harvest, the heart also contains endless joy. So they threw all the hard work of the day behind.

The sun has set, and the sunset glow on the western sky has not passed away. It is so red, so dazzling. The quiet creek is like a mirror, and the brilliant shadow of the evening glow is reflected in it, like a large cockscomb flower, and the stream is also reflected by the gentle swaying weeping willows. The people on the shore talked happily about the upcoming harvest. Occasionally there are a few naughty little fish that jump out of the water and turn into the water lightly, causing ripples in a circle. The glow that reflected on the water was red and bright, and gradually expanded with the ripples. It flashed and disappeared. The trees were reflected on the water like dancing, and after a while they finally settled, it was still the clear reflection.

The twilight of the countryside, the incomparable modern beauty. It seems beautiful from all worldliness, so beautiful, so pure