Sunset beauty appreciation

Sunset appreciation 1 brilliant sunset

Red the sky.

Those are the tears of the sun.

Or your blood?

The crow flew to my windowsill.

The vase is broken.

I came back from far away.

The village is on fire.

The water in the well has dried up.

smoke smudge

Smoked our heaven

That bottle of medicine

Just cut off your distance and future.

Heaven is like a vase.

cracked

This horse is foaming at the mouth.

I'm still beating like hell.

The village has fallen asleep.

The sunset glow was also buried.

The name on the tombstone

Three-point entry

Just like your eyes.

Worry and confusion

The soil is still warm.

You are still in my arms.

I didn't come too late

The sky became more gloomy.

The night swallowed up the sun.

Accompanied by my sunset glow

Mountains in the distance

It's your plump breasts

This is your grave.

My sun and sunset glow

One person.

Buried in that place

I saw you walk away with the Jade Rabbit in your arms.

Sunset, wait for me.

Let me tear the moon apart

Let's kiss as much as we want.

The sun has set on the top of the western slope, and the clouds on the horizon are like red quilts, constantly changing their posture. Sometimes it looks like a tree, sometimes it looks like a vigorous horse, and it looks more like a vigorous lion when you look closely. The change is so great that it is dizzying.

The surface of the pond in the village gradually rises and fades, like a touch of rouge on the girl's face. The setting sun is reflected in the microwave pool like blood, trembling and jumping as if to break free. The pool water is more like a scarlet ink spilled on purpose, as red as the Chili sauce made by grandma in the jar. Several domestic ducks are still frolicking and chasing in the pond. They spread their white wings, flapping and disturbing the bright red pool water, splashing curtain after curtain.

The turbulent wind lured the sleepy and shy willow trees by the pond, and the willow branches immediately refreshed, stretched, relieved and smiled. Like a woman's thin curved eyebrows. Dancing like a flattering water snake. As gentle as a woman's provocative hand touching the air. So soft, so soft that people are anxious, so soft that the strings of the atrium are intoxicating like ripples.

The sun is hiding at the foot of the mountain like a shy girl. The clouds in the west are more gorgeous, moving like a fire in the farmer's stove. The golden afterglow is sprinkled on the yellow mud wall of the farmer, and the shadow of the urchin playing in the yard is projected on the wall, like a lively puppet show in the theater. Several old hens are still wandering around the edge of the wheat pile in the yard, stirring the remaining wheat grains with their claws. Once discovered, the chickens competed for each other without weakness, and the neat wheat stacks were turned upside down and flying all over the sky. The young peasant woman filled a bowl of golden corn and scattered it in the yard. Suddenly, the chickens pounced in horror, and some even flew out of the air with their wings open, stumbling like drunkards when they landed. It's more like the excitement and panic of a hungry ghost being reborn. The hard chicken beak can't stop biting on the ground of the green flag, making a ticking sound, like the rain falling on the stone tile in March, more like the sound from a young woman's mouth when she leaned against the door and chewed melon seeds, crisp and agile.

The black watchdog in the yard is playing with Xiaohua Mall cheerfully. Xiaohua Mall is alive and smart, up and down, shaking from side to side, as smart as lightning. As if deliberately teasing the black dog, it is too much like a prodigal son in the street. Clumsy black dog can only grin and bend down, staring at Xiaohua Mall's every move with almond eyes, showing that kind of rogue and worry in his eyes. See will pounce on Xiaohua Mall, but Xiaohua Mall quickly dodge, black dog still closed on empty air, almost fell. Make the fat boy lying in the cradle giggle.

The red clouds on the horizon gradually faded, and the men in the field had gone home with hoes. The watchdog threw Xiaohua Mall, who was having a good time, aside and ran to his master's side, wagging his furry tail please, biting the man's skirt gently with the tip of his teeth, jumping with joy and spreading his tenderness and charm. The master freed a hand and fondled the watchdog's head affectionately. The dog became arrogant and finally bravely attacked Xiaohua Mall. Cats and dogs are tearing and rolling on the ground like two meatballs. Scared the foraging chickens. The ducks quacked in the pond and waddled back to the dam. They bend their long necks, bury their heads in white feathers, and constantly clean and comb their feathers with their yellow mouths. I like a girl who is about to get married, dressed neatly and appropriately.

The sky is getting dark, and there is a faint twilight between the valleys. The smoke on the roof of the farmhouse has curled up, and the smoke in the kitchen has changed from thick to light, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, slowly spreading and dispersing. Scattered lights in the village twinkled like stars in the sky. Looking up, I saw that the moon had secretly hung on the green bar forest in the east of the village, and the moon was as yellow as a pancake in the hand of a peasant woman. Pale yellow moonlight filled the village, and when you look around, your eyes are covered with yellow scarves and you can't see through life. The dam was completely quiet, and the chickens and ducks all returned to their nests, but Xiaohua Mall didn't know where the shelter was. Only the watchdog is still squatting at the table in the main room. Looking up at the greedy head, patiently waiting for the rice that accidentally fell out of the owner's mouth.

The light in the yard overflowed through the difficult struggle under the door and reflected the moonlight. The trees in the yard are blurred, and insects and birds are buzzing. The man leaned wearily on the bamboo chair in the yard, and the fireworks caught in his fingers gradually advanced to his fingertips. Just like the same road in life, it will eventually come out. All that was left was ashes, which fell to the ground and slept with the soil. The young peasant woman lifted the light-colored floral coat, and the moonlight shone on her plump and straight breasts, and the fat boy in her arms was happily intoxicated. The watchdog is still tirelessly playing with a flying firefly in the grass. Crickets have slipped out of the cracks, hiding in the corner and humming carefully.

The lights in the village gradually went out. Only that full moon hangs above the yard, and the moon is rounder and higher. The moonlight is as bright as milk overflowing from a fat boy's mouth, and the stars dot the night sky in the mountain village, which is quiet and serene!