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Instant dusk

As the sun sets in the west, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of the clouds. People are strolling on the streets in twos and threes. The evening breeze slowly brings waves of fragrance mixed with flowers and trees. It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the sunset is infinitely better.

The wind blew away my worries all day long, and I couldn't help but sing softly. What gave me at this time was not pain and sadness, but an artistic sadness. This sadness was not a sad feeling, it was an unparalleled and tragic mood. When you look to the west, that The flames like molten gold gradually turned from brilliant to dull. At that moment, a warm feeling would arise spontaneously in my heart.

A bright red sunset shines on the Western Mountain, and large white clouds float in the azure blue sky. They show a flaming red under the glow of the setting sun. If you look carefully, You will see the clouds fluttering in the sky, just like being in a veil-like dream, which will keep you away from troubles.

I strolled happily on the campus playground, walking so lightly and slowly, as if I didn't want to disturb this intoxicating dusk.

With eyes that have been tired all day, at this time, looking to the west, I saw that the setting sun has already reached the top of the mountain. The setting sun is like blood, and the clouds are like fire, giving the campus, woods, rivers, villages, The mountains are plated with soft carmine red, and there is a faint golden light radiating around them.

The fish in the pond return to the deep, the smoke from the kitchen chimes, and the travelers travel together. The soft sound of the setting sun kissing the ground divides the day and night. So the tired bird that threw itself into the forest, just like the poet's burning poem manuscript, returned home carrying the bloody flames of the sunset...

A refreshing night wind blew in my face, as if all the worries and fatigue were gone. Ignoring it, every tense nerve in the body gradually relaxed; the wind-ruffled river surface had ripples, reflecting the bright red glow of the sun, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; far away The small bamboo forest here is shining with green light, and the bamboo leaves are gently swaying in the breeze. The rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves is like singing a beautiful song; the high-altitude wind is chasing it wantonly. , teasing, tearing at the clouds.

Looking further down, there is a small river - Xiaobeijiang. The color of the bamboo and the blush of the sunset add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful shadow of the bamboo is as beautiful as the magnificent sunset. The light of the brocade made Xiaobeijiang more friendly in people's minds; several small fishing boats returned home, creating a sparkling water pattern on the river.

Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the clear and sweet chirping of magpies. Only then do I wake up from my dusk dream.

The sun has set, and the burning sunset gradually dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, the last ray of sunset in the western sky has melted into the dim twilight. The sky is gradually getting darker. The surrounding mountains show an indigo-colored outline. The twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos. confused.

This is like the end of a symphony, extremely beautiful, but gradually returns to silence and silence, arousing endless sighs in people's hearts and laying a layer of touching poetry on the dusk on campus: "The desert." "The solitary smoke is straight, the long river is setting sun" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red" is its mature charm; "The late love in the world" further highlights its tranquility...

Gradually, gradually, night falls, and the intoxicating dusk still appears in my mind. The beautiful and fascinating scene deeply attracts me: my sight, my My spirit, my thoughts... were all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "twilight picture". I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself.

With reluctance, I took heavy steps and quietly left the boundary of the dusk...

Winter scene

It was already eight o'clock , the sun just crawled out from the clouds like a lazy man who loves to sleep in, hanging listlessly in the sky. From time to time, it penetrated the clouds and shed light on the earth, and the pitiful heat was blown away by the raging wind.

The ground was frozen with cracks, and big cracks were opened. It's big enough to hold a person's foot. The trees beside the road stood in the cold wind, with strips of cloth hung on the dry branches dancing wildly in the wind, as if to express their dissatisfaction with the wind.

There are no crops in the fields, and there are no traces of people. Only a few tombs guard this desolate place.

The strong wind blows the withered grass on the tomb and makes a "swishing" sound, sometimes making a sharp whistling sound; sometimes the wind lingers on the tomb and rolls up the sand on the ground, forming a whirlwind that penetrates the sky and the earth; this whirlwind moves upward You can't see the top, but it seems to reach the sky. Old people say that such whirlwinds are caused by long worms (snake). One person once swore that he had seen the long worm tail in the whirlwind with his own eyes.

After breakfast, the old people in the village squatted in groups under the south wall with pipes in their mouths, enjoying the not enough sunshine. While chatting, they looked at the playing children and wrinkled their faces. A kind smile appeared on the opponent's face.

Children on winter vacation are playing and playing in the street: some pinball, some jumping square grids, and the most fun thing is pounding; the so-called pounding means: one leg is crossed, some Holding two palms, jump on one leg and push against the opponent with your crossed knees.

The game is divided into two gameplays: one is called "treasure grabbing"; the children organize two camps, draw a circle in the territory of their respective camps, and put a small stone in the circle. This is The so-called "treasure". Both sides compete for each other's "treasure". Whoever grabs the other side's "treasure" first and puts it in his own circle wins. Don't underestimate this game. It is very tactical. There are those who look after the "treasure", some who go to grab the "treasure", and there are also those who support it. It is very similar to the ancient troops and formations in the past; another way of playing; two pairs Teams with the same number of people each send one person to fight alone. If the losing team continues to fight, the winning team will fight again until it loses. It is like two armies facing off in storytelling, each sending a general to fight to determine the winner. There are also many skills in hammering; two people stand facing each other and slowly push against each other with their knees. Generally, no one exerts force first at this time, and they fight hard, a bit like a marathon; two people are tens of meters apart, shouting "One, two" collided with each other at lightning speed. The winner or loser is determined immediately. Some children can jump very high and rely on this advantage and speed to overwhelm their opponents. However, this move also has flaws. If you encounter a child with quick hands and eyes, when the opponent jumps up, use your knees to push him up, and the only thing waiting for him will be on his back. Regardless of whether they were pressed to the ground or lying on their backs, they all stood up and fought again without saying a word.

The white air was spraying from the mouth while playing, breathing heavily with "haha" and "haha", and sweating on their heads. Some simply unbuttoned their cotton-padded clothes; The two ears were turned up, and the tops of the cotton ears were hanging down, like Zhu Bajie's two big ears. As the children jumped up and down, they danced up and down, like the wings of a bird. .

The small river outside the village has long been frozen with thick ice. The children brought their homemade skates to the river; the so-called skates were made by nailing several wooden boards together, and then fixing two wires or steel bars under the boards. Power skating on the ice. White spots, large and small, were left on the scratched ice surface, like stars in the sky.

The children had runny noses and would touch them with their sleeves from time to time. Over time, the cuffs were so shiny that they were rubbed by their noses. Don't look at the thin clothing of the children. When they skate on the ice, you are fighting for it. No one wants to let anyone else go. They all want to skate faster than others. After a while, their heads will be sweating. He was so excited that he would never go home until lunch time.

It was the winter of the seventies.

The weather this year is colder than in previous years. It has been cold for more than a month. This is simply a miracle in the past 20 or 30 years. It hasn't been this cold for a long time.

The sun hangs in the sky like a pancake that has been out of the oven for a long time, without any heat at all.

Residential buildings have long been built on the tombs of the past. Those jagged trees have long been gone, replaced by small trees on both sides of the cement road. This kind of tree is imported from foreign countries. It is generally the same thickness and crown size. The top of the tree is also artificially pruned to a high height, just like a primary school student's painting. Although it is colorful, it looks so rigid and dull. The wind is like a drunken man bumping around in the buildings, bumping from one building to another, unable to tell the difference between east, west and north. Look at the direction of the wind and raise your head to see if there is anything like a national flag.

In the small park, the sports equipment for people to relax and exercise are placed there alone. There were only a few hobbling old people walking around, and there was no place to bask in the sun in the buildings. There are shadows everywhere, and only at noon is there a pitiful amount of sunlight.

There is not a single child on the street. They watch TV or play online games in heated buildings.

Their bodies are wrapped in thick down jackets and can no longer withstand any wind and cold. They can only rely on medicine, injections, and infusions to maintain the normal functioning of their bodies.

The comfortable and relaxed environment has long corroded the original wildness in the children, and they have lost their vitality.

I don’t know if I should feel sad.