Paragraph describing the sunset

1. The sun is shaped like a fireball, and its whole body is wrapped in dazzling flames. Although it is not as strong as noon, its "power" should not be underestimated. Gradually, the golden sunshine turned into orange and began to become soft and charming.

2. Sitting in front of the window, the sunlight passes through the gauze, becoming hazy and blurry. Looking up, I saw the beautiful sunset, all its rays of light. Inadvertently, the setting sun silently records our every moment, uses its sharp light to engrave the missing memories in our lives in the sky, and fills the gaps.

3. Sunset is the greatest makeup artist in the world. The colorful clouds on the horizon, carefully decorated by the setting sun, slowly bloomed into beautiful sunset glow, sandwiched into the azure poem page in the sky, and turned into an eternal memory. The handsome green mountains were covered with a hazy veil by her. They changed from their former majesty and gently nestled in the embrace of the earth, as quiet as a young girl.

4. The setting sun took back her thousands of golden needles, and her rouge-red face showed a bit of shyness. She hung slanted on the top of the Western Mountain, looking at the lovely world with attachment. As a result, the stream shone with sparkling waves and flashed with magical colors, making people feel that this was the magnificent Crystal Palace, filled with colorful treasures. The tall and low willow trees are rendered gracefully by her, and the birds singing to each other make it really like a fairy tale world.

5. On the distant horizon, a sun is about to set, and the sunset in the western sky is waving a gorgeous veil. During the film, the grass everywhere was coated with a golden color. The evening breeze blows, and a branch of foxtail plays the lyric song of dusk. Rows of white cabins appeared, as exquisite as fairy tales and as beautiful as dreams.

6. The setting sun shoots out bunches of golden light, shining on the earth and on every plant and tree in my hometown. A breeze blew by, and many trees and grass danced gently, like beautiful girls with bright lights shining on their faces.

7. When the evening glow turned half the sky red, some people on the beach were swimming, some were picking up shells, and some were laughing heartily. As a result, the cheers here were as high as the waves. After a while.

8. At this time, the setting sun was approaching the Western Mountain. The sky in the west was red, clearly outlining the outline of the green mountains. The setting sun reflected on the water of the reservoir, and the golden light shone, as if the reservoir was filled with countless pieces of gold, making people unable to open their eyes. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the fiery red sunset glow, the dark mountains, the silver water... What a beautiful scenery!

9. The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, the pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the entire river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

10. It is peaceful to see the setting sun dye the cheeks of the sky quietly in the distance, filled with reinforcements. It is not the helplessness of life, but at this moment, you raise your head and see a light red thing in front of you, and then suddenly you feel that life is so good, so comfortable and so desirable. As an old man walking through the centuries opened the memories of dusty years, a piece full of memories moved by the afterglow of the sunset, the rain should have filled it with joy at that time.

11. After a while, the faint light of the setting sun gave the earth a brilliance like cicada wings. The clouds were covered with golden light, walking slowly like a girl, gradually approaching the river. There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, like bright and eye-catching colored satin, decorating the red and blue sky.

12. Maybe many people will feel sad for the quiet departure of such a beautiful sunset, but if you can be like me, sit quietly on the beach and watch this beautiful sunset. process, you will think of tomorrow's rising sun just like me, and you won't feel desolate. On the contrary, you will find it beautiful and praise the sunset spontaneously.

13. Use those thousands of threads of prayer to embroider the backs of each other in the sunset, whether it is a call from ancient times or a destined encounter in this life. Don't think about the water of resentment and pure poetry, and the peach red and pear white are still as fragrant as the ground has been crushed into mud and turned into dust. I just want to cut a piece of longing in the candlelight of the west window, put it on my forehead, and use my wooden comb to carefully comb it into a face that misses you.

14. Gently close your heart, and in the afterglow of the sunset, a silent face is dotted with a ray of glow. Walking under the leafy trees, I stepped into the broken thoughts of memory. The songs of the birds are melodious and still as melodious as in previous years. My heart is filled with the fragrance of flowers. The soft sea of ??flowers in my mind, section by section, lingering in my heart.

How I want to meet you and see how you have changed lately. I won’t talk about the past, I just want to say to you, long time no see.

15. See the sunset again, the sunset is so beautiful, its red face reflects half of the sky, and its big eyes radiate bright light. Enveloping the world in its warmth and illuminating dark corners.

16. When we look straight into the distance at dusk, we can see the sunset. At this time, we can face it with our naked eyes, and the endless sunset becomes beautiful, because with it, the mind becomes unfathomable.

17. As the sun sets in the west, the sun exhausts its last afterglow, as it passes through the west corner; the blue sky flashes at night, and the remaining clouds spread. The way they spread, the light of the sun shines, so brilliant! A breeze, so refreshing. The autumn wind blew my inspiration and I walked on the campus path.

18. Time has long smoothed our edges. We smile and watch the sunset, smile and watch the lovers laughing under the tree, and smile and watch a family of three walking. We walked in the sunset, and the road we walked was shallow, just like the black hair on our heads, only lightly embedded in the white hair. The ignorance of youth, the fanaticism of youth, and the depth of middle age, in the end, are still nothing compared to a kind of love that will accompany you throughout your life.

19. Ah! That touch of sunset, the sunset illuminated the flowers, I saw the beauty, the sunset illuminated the trees; I saw the growth, the sunset illuminated the sky; I saw the morning glow of tomorrow, the hope of the day after tomorrow! Walking from the house, the brilliant sun immediately took away my eyes, and my eyes suddenly glowed with golden light!

20. The setting sun is different from the morning sun in that it has a unique light; the setting sun is different from the scorching sun at noon in that it gives up its strong and dazzling light. When we look straight into the distance at dusk, we can see the sunset. At this time, we can face it with our naked eyes, and the endless sunset becomes beautiful, because with it, the mind becomes unfathomable.

21. The setting sun spreads its gentle arms to embrace the world. In its embrace, everything is so quiet and beautiful. The melancholy fragrance of flowers floats in the wind, and some raindrops in the wind get into my eyes. In my eyes, the last ray of sunset faded on the horizon, but my mood suddenly became a little lonely. Is it the forgotten past again? What figure is forgotten? Or a voice?

22. The reason why the sunset is infinitely beautiful is that it is close to dusk. The reason why the shooting star is beautiful is because its moment can break the silence of the night. The reason why the water droplets are crystal clear is because of its crystal clearness. It can refract sunlight. Incompleteness is the essence of life and a symbol of the various forms of time. Accept yourself, relax your mind, tolerate imperfections, and appreciate imperfections. In the end, we may find that imperfections are also a kind of beauty.

23. In the warm glow of the setting sun, the hard-working and simple people endured hardships and relieved their heavy rakes from their shoulders. The setting sun gave them a holy halo, encircling the fatigue of the years and the heaviness of life. , giving them ease. The setting sun gives everything she has to the world and to the earth. Only then can there be thousands of rays of light, beautiful mountains and rivers, peaceful mountains and villages, and hard-working and simple people.

24. After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light. It was bright red, and it seemed as if a steel plate weighing a thousand kilograms was pressed on it, and it gradually fell.

25. The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the trivial dark clouds, like Cinderella putting on beautiful glass slippers, the whole sky suddenly becomes brighter, making people feel relaxed and happy. The patches of fire clouds have distinct layers, and their colors gradually become lighter from west to east.

26. The setting sun means the coming of darkness, and you will see the scene of thousands of lights again. A feeling of vicissitudes of time and no return of time comes to your heart. How many people can feel this way? learn?

27. We join hands to watch the cherry blossoms in the sky and watch the sunset together. At the end of the sunset, the two accompanying figures disappeared at the same time, but they would always appear in other people's dreams. I don’t know if the pillow where I cry can touch your heart.

28. Whenever the day is over the mountains, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the clouds, like thousands of golden lights, like thousands of rays of rays, dyeing the white clouds in the sky red, and reflecting the mountains and rivers on the earth in a golden light, as if The whole world became splendid and passionate at that moment.

29. Although the sunset is not as blazing as the morning sun, it is more reserved than the morning sun. It is not as bright as the morning sun, but it is more prosperous than the morning sun.

30. The dusk is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-rimmed sunset. At this time, it is perfectly round and radiant, piercing the eyelids, like a dream, and it seems unreal.

31. That magical brilliance, alluring and selfless, in the bath of beauty, the barriers in the cold heart are quietly melting. In the sky, the flowing clouds pouring down like clear springs express emotions for the sunset. People are attracted by their thoughts in the astonishment and linger in silence. At this time, Heiye seized the opportunity, and at the moment when Qingshan hesitated, he dragged the setting sun into the valley bottom, and everything was immersed in tranquility.

32. The sunset competes with the cold winter. Wherever the sun reaches, the crystal clear brilliance of ice and snow complements the sun. The wind, which is always incompatible with the sun, takes the opportunity to form an alliance with the cold winter, roars in and goes away.

33. The sunset is different from the morning sun in that it has a unique light; the sunset is different from the scorching sun at noon in that it gives up its strong and dazzling light.

34. Who alarmed her? I looked back and saw a red sun slowly sliding down, dyeing the western sky red. Oh, it's the sunset.

35. I like the sunshine in the grid. When the sunset ends, break it off and lay it horizontally in the corridor. Now I see these lines: Brother is made of blood and tears. Sometimes you are stupid. Brother, sometimes you don’t need to say it. I approve of you. Do you know?

36. In late autumn, the dusk in Aksu is somewhat cold, and it can’t wait to wake people up. The setting sun has receded a lot, leaving only the dark red in the sky, which is obviously no longer dazzling. As my thoughts wander, I seem to see another kind of warmth rippling in the coldness. My heart is gentle, with a little more joy and a little less sadness. Continuing forward, I suddenly felt as if I was not walking a forest path, but the path of life, the path of life.

37. The milky white smoke and gray dusk blend together, as if the walls, roof ridges, tree tops and street entrances are covered with a thin layer of cellophane, making them looming and floating. Dang, quite a bit of a magical atmosphere.

38. In late autumn, the dusk in Aksu is somewhat cold, and it can’t wait to wake people up. The setting sun has receded a lot, leaving only the dark red in the sky, which is obviously no longer dazzling. As my thoughts wander, I seem to see another kind of warmth rippling in the coldness.

39. I like the cross suspension bridge full of artists and the rebellious and flamboyant flavor of the sunset. Doodling on one piece of paper after another, I can't explain why I feel so overwhelmed at that age. A humble person is writing a story that no one knows in the corner, tears inadvertently scratching the makeup lines on his face.

40. I always like sunset, no one is on the path, enjoy the sunshine and air light in the passage describing the sunset. The sun sets in the west, some, but the sunset with infinite love. Heartbroken on the horizon, read, always three points, seven points sad. The ground of poetry is damaged by this move, and only the beautiful sunset is moved.

41. The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the trivial dark clouds, like Cinderella putting on beautiful glass slippers, the whole sky suddenly becomes brighter, making people feel relaxed and happy. The patches of fire clouds have distinct layers, and their colors gradually become lighter from west to east. Those fragmented clouds seem to be several islands painted with bright colors on the map, or like golden or red waves rolling and jumping on the azure sea, or like a girl's golden curly hair, elegant and noble, which is amazing.

42. When the sunset slowly fades away from its dazzling light, it will become as red as the setting sun, leaving a "red face" in the sky. Colorful clouds are flying. The sunset reflects the gorgeous rays, overlooking the earth affectionately. The sunset in the vast sky looks so beautiful and so kind, embracing people warmly.

43. At this time, it was the time when the sun was setting in the west, and golden silence enveloped the grassland. The mountains in the distance were covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the milky white clouds on the other side also became fiery. The band is generally bright red.

44. The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, and the pink clouds were reflected on the river. The entire river took on a new look. At this moment, the horizon seemed to be on fire.

45. The setting sun has gradually gone away. On the other side of the mountain where it is going down, I open my arms and want to embrace the setting sun. I run in the direction of the setting sun, trying to keep its light. But the sunset is still getting farther and farther away from me, and it is a place where my eyes cannot see it.

46. As the day goes by, the afterglow of the sun shines on the city, making it look desolate and bleak. The sunset at dusk gives people a kind of regret at the end of life and sadness of disillusionment of dreams.

47. The sun, after going through a glorious journey, gradually sank to the west, still leaving behind the quiet beauty of dusk and a calm and peaceful solemnity. Every day, my faltering footsteps will always accompany me. At sunset, I walk towards the sunset with a calm, calm and unrestrained attitude.

48. Time slips away quietly, and the summer heat slowly goes away with the sea breeze. The setting sun also gradually converged its light and became gentle, like a big red lantern with soft flames, hanging on the edge of the sea and sky. Perhaps because it had been hanging for too long, it sank slowly, and as soon as it reached the sea, it stopped smoothly. It seems to be relying on the support of the sea, and once again jumps playfully on this huge bed. The sea has lost its original color, as if it had drunk enough rose wine, drunkenly overflowing with light and color.

49. The sun is lower, blood-red, and a dazzling broad light wave on the water stretches from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat.

50. The setting sun reflects the sunset on the horizon red, and the clouds are as bright and colorful as if they are on fire. This may be the legendary Fire Cloud! The setting sun, the red autumn setting sun, has long lost its once scorching power, taking on a weak posture that can be looked directly at and felt as it sinks irrevocably towards the Western Mountains.

51. Those fragmented clouds seem to be several islands painted with bright colors on the map, or like golden or red waves rolling and jumping on the blue sea, or like a girl's golden curly hair, flowing. Noble and amazing.

52. Autumn is a mature season. The sunset in autumn is mature, restrained, and brings peace to the heart. The sky is light blue, and the clouds are erratic, like curtains. Because of the cover of the sun's rays, the clouds are dyed pink, like a Zixia fairy descending to pick fruits, leaving red ribbons and cute. This is an autumn sunset.

53. As the sun sets in the west, a cup of tea becomes colorless and tasteless, and twilight begins to rise. Pick up a flower, sit upright in the meditation room, quietly, burn a stick of incense, and silently recite scriptures on the calamus; on a cool night, with heavy rain and the sound of falling lotus leaves, can you gather all my thoughts and pray devoutly in front of the Buddha? , Bless: Qingcheng is safe, songs are singing in the pavilions, corridors and deep lanes, the years are quiet, quiet and peaceful.

54. The sunset in autumn is also poetic and picturesque. The sunset dyes the clouds on the horizon red. The large disk of the sunset quickly falls on the wall against the background of the clouds, and a dark shadow gradually covers the earth. Finally, the sun jumped into the mountains like a hide-and-seek, and darkness immediately swallowed the earth. Then, like a daylight, it lit up, breaking the short but precious night.

55. Look, the white and yellow clouds, one after another, were woven into a golden-red down jacket for the sunset. After a while, they turned red again, dressing up the sun. Like a princess. Looking down at the river, a ray of setting sun hits the water like an arrow, like countless fish jumping.

56. I like to stand in the sunset, let it shine warmly on me, take a deep breath, as if I can smell the sunshine, which makes people relaxed and happy, and I always think that the sunset is the sun. The most beautiful time of the day is like a young girl waiting to be married, graceful, graceful, affectionate, and smiling like a flower.

57. Facing the setting sun, the clouds in the sky are ever-changing, and my mood is like a mixture of overturned tasteless bottles. The uncontrollable sadness and longing in our hearts bring back our memories little by little... Looking up, we see a trace of red under the sunset. Fluorescent red light enveloped my whole body, reflecting my cheeks, and sad flowers bloomed around me.

58. Only those who watch the sunset understand the beauty of the sunset. Sunset's inner world can only be understood by those standing next to it. Only those who chew carefully can taste the language of the sunset bit by bit. One person after another stands under the sunset for a long time, but only one person's sunset is in one's heart. Sunset, a person's sunset.

59. The colors of the clouds next to the sunset vary greatly. Sometimes it's white and combined, sometimes it's golden, sometimes it's half purple and half yellow, sometimes it's half gray and half red, it's really colorful and ever-changing. Sunset is the greatest makeup artist in the world.

The colorful clouds on the horizon, carefully decorated by the setting sun, slowly bloomed into beautiful sunset glow, sandwiched into the azure poem page in the sky, and turned into an eternal memory. The handsome green mountains were covered with a hazy veil by her. They changed from their former majesty and gently nestled in the embrace of the earth, as quiet as a young girl.

60. The shape of clouds changes from time to time. Sometimes they are like balls of cotton, sometimes they are like waves on the river. They change so naturally, so quickly, and so strangely.

61. Every evening, there are thick clouds and mists hanging in the sky. The setting sun can only take advantage of a little gap to shoot out streaks of crimson glow, like fish swimming in the sea. Occasionally, Rolling golden scales.

62. Gradually, the setting sun withdrew its last light. Before I could say goodbye, I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and fell asleep quietly. Looking at the original group of followers, they also restrained their interest in time and turned into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again.

63. Under the autumn sunset, the scattered autumn leaves, swaying reeds, cool evening breeze, and returning geese flying south all tell people that cold autumn is coming. The fallen grass and dead leaves everywhere were golden, and while they were swaying, they were so soft and quiet, without a ripple or a whimper. The sky is filled with colorful clouds, the distant mountains are vast, and the tired birds are flying back. All this exaggerates a peaceful poignancy. Moreover, it was dripping all the way to the distant mountains.

64. The sun put away its dazzling light and turned into a golden ball. The surrounding clouds were more colorful, sometimes like puppies, sometimes like birds, sometimes like peach blossoms... The towering hills in the distance seem to be coated with a layer of gold powder under the setting sun, making them look particularly magnificent.

65. The setting sun hangs in the mid-air, like a jade plate. When it shines on people's faces, their faces seem to be plated with a layer of gold; when it shines on the water, the river water becomes golden, as if magical little stars are shining; when it shines on the green trees On the top, the green trees seemed to have been smeared with a layer of oil, making them appear greener.

66. At that moment, I visited the ancient garden, picked up the fragrance, and smiled at the fresh grass adding new makeup. On the street near the wind, I invite you to talk with pen pals, write thousands of poems, play chess, calligraphy and painting, drink thousands of pots of wine, and watch the green willows and get drunk at the sunset. The winding path leads to a secluded place, with red and green colors, orioles singing and swallows dancing, the mind is calm, and the shadows are moving.

67. I can’t exchange for your beauty with three lives of fireworks. In fact, we are all the same, laughing at other people's stories but crying at our own. The sunset on the horizon falls too quickly. Before the remaining rays of light illuminate the smile, people are hurt again and again.

68. The setting sun took back her thousands of golden needles, and her rouge-red face showed a bit of shyness. She hung diagonally on the top of the Western Mountain, looking at the lovely world with attachment.

69. The setting sun sank slowly. It seemed to be afraid of arousing our infinite sadness, so it chose to leave quietly. But this is only a short separation, it will come back tomorrow morning, and will come back to us in another way.

70. The setting sun hangs in the mid-air, like a jade plate. When it shines on people's faces, their faces seem to be plated with a layer of gold; when it shines on the water, the river water becomes flat and golden, as if magical little stars are shining; when it shines on the green trees On the top, the green trees seemed to have been smeared with a layer of oil, making them appear greener.

71. That year, you hid under the afterglow of the sunset, smiled softly, and said goodbye. I don't know why, but I always feel like you are crying. Later, our contact gradually weakened, and even if we met, we would have nothing to say. We are like two intersecting straight lines. After the intersection, we become farther and farther apart.

72. The colors of the clouds next to the sunset vary greatly. Sometimes it's white and combined, sometimes it's golden, sometimes it's half purple and half yellow, sometimes it's half gray and half red, it's really colorful and ever-changing.

73. When the sunset turns to the west, it is no longer so dazzling. It is so big, so red, so round, hanging on the top of the tree. When you look at him, you will instantly have endless fantasies, endless hopes, and endless courage.

74. It is a fool to work hard to hold on to the sunset; it is a fool to worry about and pay for a long time; it is a fool to lament the loss endlessly. People who are unwilling to give up anything will often only lose more precious things. Gains and losses in life are dialectical. There are gains and losses. When you bear it with a calm heart, you will find that some losses in life are actually priceless.

75. As the sunset gradually sets in the west, the orange-red light reflects everything red, and the yellow caragana flowers are also changing with the brilliance of the sunset at this moment. The light penetrated my heart so warmly that I couldn't help but be obsessed with it.

76. When the sun slowly sets, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the rice fields, the rice fields suddenly become golden. When the first ray of sunset illuminates the branches of the trees, the branches of the trees turn golden-green. Green, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the distant trees, the trees turn hazy golden, when the first ray of sunset illuminates the distant sky, I see hope outside the sky.

77. Whenever the setting sun shakes the colorful colors and gradually flows away, its brilliance is still beautiful and warm, and the afterglow of the setting sun never dissipates its enthusiasm.

78. The clouds reflect the setting sun, and the sky is so red that it sets off the deepening twilight. The evening breeze brings the coolness of autumn, and as the twilight permeates the forest, the fallen leaves dance in the wind. This indescribable beauty of sadness suddenly rose in my heart. The shadow of the setting sun casts a faint afterglow on the grass in front of the building.

79. The setting sun is already hanging in the sky, like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and their faces seem to be plated with a layer of gold; when it shines on the water, the river water becomes golden, like magical little stars shining; when it shines on the green trees, the green The tree seemed to be rubbed with a layer of oil, making it appear greener.

80. The vicissitudes of life have passed by, and a bright picture has been sketched, but it has just passed by in a hurry, and its shadow is nowhere to be seen. The days passed by cannot be touched by hand, only the remaining thoughts are getting blurred day by day. Everything is different, people are at a loss, and things are miserable. The fireworks of life become more and more brilliant in the sunset, burning into the embrace of the night, completing one noisy climax and ending after another.

81. Summer is a season of enthusiasm and unrestrainedness. Summer sunset is inspiring and makes heroes live their lives. The sky is dark blue, heart-deep and quiet, dotted with sunset, filled with sea-like sky, big star clouds, folded, the sun is so deep in the clouds and when it exits, the clouds dye refresh red, like ripe persimmons, at night Lantern, red and bright. This is a summer sunset.

82. In the evening, I strolled along the beach, reluctant to go back, because the beauty of the sunset captured my heart and made me linger. The sun shines on the sparkling sea, like putting a golden coat on the sea, golden and so attractive. The sun is shaped like a fireball, and its whole body is wrapped in dazzling flames. Although it is not as strong as at noon, its "power" should not be underestimated. Gradually, the golden sunshine turned into orange and began to become soft and charming.