Tell me about my parents' war copy.

1. It's getting late, and the sun is gradually setting to the other side of the mountain, leaving only half a blushing smile, reflecting the beautiful sunset glow in the western sky. After dinner, people who worked all day packed up their housework and sat by the stream with small boards to enjoy the cool. By this quiet stream, under the weeping willows, looking at the green rice in the opposite field and breathing the fresh air, they forgot the fatigue of the day and talked and laughed.

Second, that year, the umbrella was placed in the west building, and it stopped raining at first, which was difficult to accept. Think back a little, people are about after dusk. In those days, who painted the West Building, the inkstone was not collected, and Guizhi was like spring water.

Third, sometimes the best story is a gentle whisper in the treetops in the unknown dusk.

When the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the sunset glow. People walk in the street in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.

Look, the sun uses its remaining brilliance to render the surrounding clouds, so that they are no longer as white and flawless as before and become rich and colorful. They change from purple to red, from red to orange, and from orange to yellow. Sunset is also unpredictable. Under the breeze, they turn into fierce lions and docile white rabbits. One moment it becomes a wild horse running wildly, and the other moment it becomes a turtle resting; In a short time, they formed a harmonious scene with the blue sky.

6. The dock was particularly sad when it docked at dusk.

7. When the sun sets, the sunset glow is reflected on the horizon, and the clouds are as colorful as fire. This may be the legendary flame cloud! The sunset glow, the red autumn sunset glow, has long lost its burning power, showing a weak posture that can be looked directly at, feeling its irreversible sinking momentum to the western hills.

Eight, the sun is like a knife, inserted into the scabbard of dusk from dusk. The sun went down and the birds went home, but my thoughts were nowhere to be put.

Nine, the light of the setting sun disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. That feeling, like the last scene of an era.

Ten, the setting sun shines, the spring is tired, the eyes are confused and pitiful, remembering the song and dance banquet, talking and laughing, and there is no cola in the cold world.

Eleven, Chun Qing only to pear thin, scattered pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Twelve, tired horse lying on a long slope, Tianjin in the sunset. Cen Can's Walking in Late Autumn

Thirteen, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, the sun is setting, the sky is red, and there are our laughter on the snowy mountain road. Beautiful pictures are constantly fixed in front of us with the camera. I like to carry your bag and hold your hand forever.

Fourteen, you are wandering in the bustling, why do you want others to wait, the sun is setting, and we are drifting away.

Fifteen, first frost days, as the name implies, the frost and dew in the sky gather together and cover the sky, but it is easy to dissipate the sunset glow and clouds at dusk. Yellow.

Sixteen, put away the long string of sad lines at dusk and stare at the earth with black pupils. There are still people singing and dancing, but there are still a group of people looking at the direction of another group of people in the dim light. Flute and erhu sound faintly floated in the air, hoarse and melodious.

Seventeen, the sky is a golden light, yellow, like a golden imperial edict issued by the emperor, like a magician plated with a layer of gold, eye-catching. The shape is wonderful and indescribable. Some are like ponies running in the sky, and then they don't know where they are and gradually disappear. Some are like an industrious cow, plowing for people, lying down and sleeping after plowing for a while; Some are happy to eat radishes like greedy white rabbits; Some are like a person, bending down to praise the beautiful scenery; Some are like golden fields; Some are like the rushing Yellow River, which flows into the endless sea; Some are like a lion, standing proudly, as if returning from fierce fighting.

Eighteen, the sunset failed to keep the sunset, and the sun continued to set. Sunset doesn't just stay in one place, like a naughty child, she can't be idle for a moment. They are still wearing colorful clothes, which are really colorful. Cai Xia wrapped the mountain in red, and the mountain showed a reddish color; The rosy clouds reflect the red leaves, giving them a different luster; Cai Xia reflected the house in red to make it lively; Cai Xia reflects people's red color and makes them full of enthusiasm. These reds, reds are lively, reds are deep, reds are warm, reds are a little sad.

19. I wander alone in a pool of blood at dusk, feeling that I am just a trivial dust in this melancholy dusk.

Twenty, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.

Twenty-one, the light of the sunset disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. That feeling, like the last scene of an era.

Twenty-two, a little melancholy, a little sad, sunset in Huang Hunxiao. Warm a pot of wine, put your heart into the lyre and sing a song at dusk in winter, which is inextricably linked and sad.

Twenty-three, the sunset sky is always beautiful, you can't accompany me to watch the sunset.

Twenty-four, it is already dusk alone, and it is stormy.

At dusk, a pair of figures caught my eye. The figure walked slowly hand in hand, step by step, harmonious but tireless. I looked up and saw a flash of silver. It's an old couple like their first love. The old man and the old lady are holding hands, but the wrinkles on their faces are shaking in the wind, and the silver hair on their heads echoes in the wind. They hobbled along, not as fast as before, but they still had a smile on their faces. Sweet and serene smile, laugh at all kinds of hardships in life, laugh at all kinds of hardships in life, and finally laugh at the beautiful dusk reflected by the sunset.

Twenty-six, flowers bloom, people come and go, the sun sets, people go to the building, things are different. Perhaps, this is the end, but I never thought it would be like this; Maybe this is the meaning of life, but I never thought that this is where you are going.

The beauty of the sunset lies not in the scenery, but in the people who watch it.

Twenty-eight, there is always a kitchen smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of warm dishes on the table, mixed into a special smell. This smell is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

Twenty-nine, the sunset slowly sinks, it seems to be afraid of arousing our infinite sadness, so we chose to leave quietly. But this is only a short separation. It will come back tomorrow morning and come back to us in another way.

When the autumn sunset slowly recedes on the low hillside in front of my building, the whole world is walking in the sunset. The floating clouds stopped at this moment, and they want to bring up the autumn sunset with me! Aksu, a small town in the western border against the setting sun, also shows a different charm. This gold-plated inlay makes the beautiful and rich Aksu full of charm.

Thirty-one, the evening sky is not dark, but there is a bright blue, and the mountains are dyed with a thin blush under the irradiation of the sunset.

I like to stand in the sunset, let it shine on me warmly, take a deep breath, as if I can smell the sunshine, which makes people relaxed and refreshed. I have always thought that the sunset is the most beautiful time of the day under the sunshine, such as a girl to be married, graceful, tender as water and smiling like a flower.

Thirty-three, the sunset and the cold winter compete for each other. Wherever the sun goes, the sparkling snow and ice release the sunshine. The wind, always incompatible with the sun, took the opportunity to form an alliance with the cold winter, roared and roared away.

Thirty-four, whose sunset does not sink? Endless ups and downs, a hundred years of laughter, a temporary tour, sailing on the beach, is a sunset rope, which is a path paved by people for their steep cliffs. Time is always urging people to get old in a hurry, whether they are parents sitting on that threshold waiting or we are looking forward to it from a distance.

Thirty-five, in the whisper of years, the sunset leans against the old door and gradually sinks into the aimless smoke. Drink a bottle gently, twist a few neon lights into color, grind an inkstone into a thread, and sign a piece of paper to leave love. The swaying moon shadow is full of indifferent loneliness. In the fleeting time of light ink, I downplay my heart and eyebrows, and I count my old worries.

Thirty-six, golden sunset, singing and dancing on the beach.

Thirty-seven, stepping on the pale dawn, facing the dazzling sunshine, accompanied by the lonely dusk, into the lonely night.