Beautiful short sentences of sunset glow (all-encompassing short sentences and beautiful sentences)

A trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, the 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.

Sunset, sunset in my hometown. You are like a flowing painting, flowing with the most beautiful colors; You are like a wonderful performance, and the wonderful thing is its perfect curtain call!

Another sunset, the sun gradually set from the horizon, rendering the whole sky. Or purple, or red as fire, or orange as maple leaf, beautiful and spectacular.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed red the white clouds wandering in the blue sky and set them with shiny lace. These white clouds soon turned into the sunset glow of roses.

I sat in a chair and watched the sunrise come back to life; I sat in the sunset and watched the decline of the city.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, in the afterglow of the sunset, I sat by the window alone and watched the sunset pierce the leaves, emitting golden light in the darkness.

On the painted railing, the reflection of the sunset gradually disappeared. In this way, our youth ends with the sunset.

I miss the sun most when it goes down. I said to your city: I miss you. I wonder if you can hear me.

The sun swayed and sank on the western hills, and several white clouds on the horizon dispersed into a gorgeous sunset glow. The sun is sleepy, yawning and stretching, and slowly slides down the western hills.

When I came to the seaside, I saw a dazzling fireball sinking slowly. I walked on the soft beach, found a smooth big stone and sat down, enjoying the beautiful sunset intoxicated.

Morning and dusk, sunrise and sunset, life is like flying a balloon, and you don't know its freedom until you let it go.

A day has passed, sunrise and sunset, repeated, time is like running water, life is in a hurry, there are joys and sorrows, there are feelings!

The most beautiful thing is the sunrise, and the most beautiful thing is not as good as the evening scenery. Sunrise and sunset are like life, not as confused as the sun.

Do a good deed every day, do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, life is like a play, water passes away, life is so vague and fleeting. How can I live?

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting. Life is like the ebb and flow of the waves. Some things are destined to disappear without a trace. I have seen the sunrise and sunset and walked through the flowers, but I can't get out of the game you set for me.

Flowers bloom and fall, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Life is really like a gap. We don't know how far it is, so don't panic. Even if there are no flowers and applause in the end, the sunset is the most beautiful scenery for you and me.

We drove past one platform after another, watching the flowers bloom season after season, and the acquaintance once became the opposite of today. We met again, broke up, and were strangers. We didn't reach the platform where fireworks were in full bloom in the sunset, and finally dispersed in the wings of the rules.

If I go back to my youth, that school, I would like to rely on you and accompany you to appreciate the poems of the ancients and the sunset in the future.

The road in the sunset is endless, and the dream of two people walking step by step is a lie.

When I think of your face, I can't help crying at sunset.

How I want to live in a village with you, enjoy the sunrise and sunset every day and spend my life together.

The best person: sincere as a child. As warm as the sunset. Quiet as the sky.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. 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.

Under the setting sun, the most beautiful blooms.

Until now, I still remember the outline of your waving in the sunset.

Fiery youth always lingers alone in the lonely sunset.

As the sun sets, some people see the bright side, and I see the dawn near darkness!

No matter how long it takes, it's just a lengthy closing ceremony. The banter overture and relaxed process are all gone, just like the grand farewell made by the sunset in the twilight.

If the sun is beautiful, would you like to watch the sunset grow old with me, and you and I are dependent on each other?

Write the years into a song, jump on the strings alone, the sad sunset lingers in youth, and the block letters in the diary have been blurred by tears, overturning the previous vows. You in my memory and your gentle back are still the most beautiful scenery in my life.

We were young then. Through the ruins, pine and cypress, we came to the cliff. Bathed in the sunset, calm as water, we looked at the floating clouds in the distance. Actually, I can't see anything. The joys and sorrows of life are far away, and looking out is a gesture of youth.

When the sun sets, there is a red sunset glow on the horizon, which is beautiful!

Walking in the sunset, recalling the past, sometimes happy, sometimes crying.

I will preside over the funeral of sunset for you at dusk. You turned around silently, leaving the afterglow with a shadow, swaying on the earth. Like a leaf, lost in sorrow, bitter in the wind. Finally, the sunset is painted into night, and your back is turned into a breeze, choking in my ear.

On a certain day, somewhere, enjoy an afternoon, then take it out from time to time, dry it in the sun, float in the breeze, fall in the sunset, be silent, look at the sunset and count every ray of sunshine.

Sunrise and sunset with you, this is the most beautiful scenery. .

Time can't condense after all, the sunset finally returns, and everything is swallowed up by darkness. However, day and night alternate, and the light of hope will rise again. I will remember everything, whether I am smiling or sad. The splendor when the sunset disappears on the horizon is the most beautiful scenery I have ever encountered in my life.

The sky and the sky always make the blue so intoxicating, the sunset always makes the sky so shy, the moon always squeezes the sunset away in such a hurry, and the night always swallows it all with faltering steps.

Sunset, like blood, dyed the world red, which is the ultimate fate of the sun. How many times can I see this sad sky?

How long has the shadow of the tree been mottled in the moonlight? How many times has the girl in a white skirt walked this street? How many times have I looked back into your eyes in the sunset? How many regrets have you had? Love is always boundless. I forget how many red-violet flowers are in full bloom along the banks of the Sichuan River, how many centuries we passed by in reincarnation, how many dreams you sang in previous lives, and how many times I dreamed of wandering back to my youth. How many years have passed in a hurry? How many promises have we made in the long years? Will we have no regrets after many years? Just because of your smile, I missed the hurried year.

The sun is setting, the shade is full of stains, the sky is full of sunset clouds, the lonely smoke is shaking, the barren hills are thousands of miles away, and a fallen leaf is floating, so it is hard to get drunk first.

Sunrise and sunset, cycle after cycle. It's like life, coming and going, always alone. Meditate on the past and look forward to the future!

Just because I can't stop spending time with you, I regret that today is the sunset. Just because I can't stop being with you, I hate being in a hurry.

I know someone will come to see me. He looked at me tenderly in the setting sun, personable and radiant with rosy light. But, ah, I still want to go with you and just wander around with you.

There are always sunrises and sunsets in life, and I silently miss the beauty of the past, such as eternal scenery.

The evening sky is not dark, but has a bright blue color, and the mountains are dyed with a thin blush under the irradiation of the sunset.

The most beautiful thing is the sunset, which is warm and calm. Sunset is a flower that blooms late, and sunset is an aged wine. ...

Just for a promise, I will accompany you to watch the most beautiful sunset and smell the faint plum fragrance floating in the wind.

At sunset, the sun used up its last afterglow because it passed the west corner; The blue sky is in the night, the residual clouds spread, and the method of diffusion shines with the light of the sun, so it is brilliant! There is a breeze, so it's refreshing. The autumn wind blew my inspiration and walked on the campus path.

The sunset is waiting for the end of the dream, and the maple leaves are condensed and fallen leaves.

What can I leave when you leave? Is it shrimp red in the sunset? I'm lonely when you're gone, but I'm willing to wait for you, my dream, and my constant attachment with the flow of years. Even if thunder wakes me up, watching the last ray of sunset will lengthen our friendship. As long as there is hope, flowers will not fade, years will not stay, and your dreams and mine will not stay!

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

I am willing to turn myself into a small bridge and cross a shallow stream again at this sunset stage. I hope my dear you can feel my sincerity and hug.

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in 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.

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.

When the sunset is red, the moonlight is ethereal, the stars are few, and the clouds are surging, but when people ask, they are worried that the sunset will outline the tears, and the heavens and the earth will not be the same, causing the sunset to sound. Why sleep?

The setting sun is slanting, and the flowers are idle without water; The wind is cool, who will pass the ruler to the sky; Meng Xiao is disabled, and Zhuang Sheng is dyed with butterflies; Sunset scissors, who still lingers in the past.

Is the yellow autumn leaves sunset, or is the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on every leaf?

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

That year, under the pear tree, the sun was setting all over the ground and flowers were blooming in one season. I am young and immature, standing in the sunset, looking at the figure you have passed and looking back.

The wind blows slowly, and the rice rolls like waves. I seem to hear a burst of cheerful laughter. Sunset scattered in the fields, like a golden ocean, mixed with a slight red. The rice grains can't help jumping in and soaking in the sea, emitting waves of attractive rice fragrance, which smells refreshing.

At dusk, the sunset has dyed the whole sky red, and your blood is like this sunset. It has dyed the sky red, but it can't, my heart.

I have no regrets in my life. I remember running in the sunset that afternoon, which was my lost youth.

Looking at the sunset on the road, I suddenly remembered lying on the grass and watching the night fall a little. Now, although surrounded by high-rise buildings, the constant sunset is hidden behind clouds. Many years ago, the town, that man, that sunset, disappeared ... now only the lonely guests in that strange city are left.

I had hoped to take a slow walk with you on a country road in the sunset. When hope becomes extravagant hope, I am the only one left to greet the night with the afterglow of the sunset and the thoughts of you, leaving sad tears.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year.

At first, he said that he loved you all his life. The sunset on the mountain that day was particularly beautiful. You believed it. You smiled. Later, he left, and you were still standing on that mountain, watching the sunset slowly setting, and you laughed and cried.

Once again, I quietly left the crowd and walked alone in the hazy dusk. Where you watch the sunset every day, with the rhythm of the snow, you can freely express your long-simmering mood. Dusk is silent, sunset is silent, snowflakes are silent, and so am I.

That day/you said the sunset here was the most beautiful/it was our meeting/suddenly one day/I lost you/I was waiting there/watching the sunset with you/telling me/not meeting/but breaking point.

It rained only a faint red, a few soft greens mixed with the smell of smoke, and the soul was sold out before sunset.

Sunset, the end of the sun that dyed the world red. I don't know how many times I have seen this sad color in my life.

A scene hangs high in the sky, and the sunset holds up the clouds, still quiet. Brilliant but not hot. The high sky is monotonous and pale in many cases. Even if you go to see the sky, there is no better time than the sunset hanging in the blue sky. Even the splendor at sunrise is far less spectacular than that at sunset.

The sunset may be a beautiful afterimage. You can invite the new moon at your best moment. There is a sunset glow to accompany the dance, a microsatellite ornament, and a harmony between light and darkness. Do you know how much the sunset doesn't want to die? How much should I stay for the new moon? When the silent night is replaced by darkness, the new moon and sunset are just lonely tracks. They never give up, just to have a meeting in one day.

Sunset will eventually go down, and night will come. Under the rendering of night, the earth, cities and streets will be shrouded in a layer of night, and even the wind blowing from the sunset will be as silent as night.

Time is shallow and autumn is hazy. Sitting in the sunset, looking at the mottled light and shadow on the wall, I just want to make my heart as quiet as a lotus and people as pale as chrysanthemums.

I really want to, in a certain evening, I can sit with you in the flowers and watch the sunset fall quietly, the afterglow falls on us, warm, the temperature disappears little by little, and the sunset slips through my fingers.

Outside the window, the fallen flowers are sad dreams, and the musk smoke in the house dissipates like a dream. The sunset went downstairs again, so I killed time every day, and my mood was blurred like water smoke. Loneliness is an empty mountain.

The most beautiful thing in autumn is not the autumn leaves dancing with the wind, but the sunset. It slowly falls in the sky with a touch of red sunset, and the afterglow falls on the earth, gradually stretching the shadow of Su Ming longer and longer. But if you look carefully, you will find that the longer and longer shadows are slowly fading, and then disappear after sunset. You can't tell whether it melts into the earth or into the night, just as you can't tell.

It's getting late, the setting sun is far away, and the stars overhead penetrate out of the night bit by bit. So much, so bright, so bright. It turns out that the curtain call of sunset is to welcome the arrival of stars. Losing is not a bad thing. Because loss itself is to welcome new beauty. The distant sunset, I no longer miss it, because it does not belong to this bright night sky.

Aging won't make people sad. What's sad is that the mottled heart is connected with the good old days. If you can really enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sun, appreciate all its brilliance with your heart, even at dusk, you should know that the sunset can only be seen at dusk.

With the owner's flow, the south wind rises, the north wind herbal tea, and the sunset glow shows the western hills. If the edge is summer flowers, the autumn moon is against the shadow, the sun meets winter snow, and the spring is dim.

Once, we were walking in the sunset, and five people applauded together. The corners of my mouth rose slightly, and my cold eyes were full of warmth. Now, we go our separate ways. When we were young, a building rose from the ground. The previous smile was once, and the sunset was not warm. Yes, we are not, just asking for goodbye.

Flowers fall deep, full of sunset.

I also saw the rising smoke and the dusk covering the earth. I want to ask you where are you going? The sunset is poetic and the dusk is picturesque. Although poetic, I only have you in my heart.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue, the evening wind blows the flute, the sunset is outside the mountain, the sky is far away, the corner is half broken, and a bottle of muddy wine is all over the ground. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.

In the evening, under the blue sky, the sky is full of sunset clouds, and the city and lake reflected by the sunset are like a pale ink landscape painting.

If possible, I would like to sit in a chair in the sunset and wait for you. When you grow old with me, you will go home with me in the afterglow.

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.

The smell of chalk, the jagged and cracked glass windows everywhere, the sound of the Department of Physical Education in the distance, the beautiful picture of cherry petals cast by the sunset, the quiet and comfortable sleep, the scenery began to change.

I have a dream to meet you, breeze and sunset.

At dusk, Xiaguang caressed the strings and played a gentle tune. The sunset danced and wrote a love song.

Sunset, the sea to see the sunset, the spectrum is brilliant. Sigh that the beautiful scenery is hard to stay, just because the moonlight is sharp!

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

The sunset is drunk and dizzy, and you look at me like a smile with a spring breeze. You are so beautiful, how can you not touch your heart and drive me crazy? Obviously, many years have passed and I still miss you.

Flowers bloom and flowers fall, people come and go, the sun sets, and people go to the building, which is not the same thing. 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.

Today, the sunset glow is gentle and the wind is intoxicating.

You fall into my heart with the sunset glow.

I love Huiyu, and I love you too, but unfortunately Huiyu is not as good as you.

I want to watch the sunset with you and talk about the breeze and sunset glow.

There will be a sunset glow on the horizon, just like you are smiling when you come late.

Sunset is not shy, except in the embrace of dusk.

I will always love the evening breeze and sunset in Huang Hunxiao.

Watching the sunset glow spread thousands of miles will not be as red as your cheeks.

Living in the same sunset with you is so gentle that you are tired.

The sunset is finally gorgeous, and the sunset covers half the sky. All the trees along the river are reflected in orange red, and the river is shining with a little silver light. The broken bridge straddles the shore alone, casting an elegant reflection on the river.

Before sunset, the sky was warm blue, and wisps of flowing clouds floated in the sky like goldfish scales.

It is said that life is like an illusory dream, but everything outside the dream is the true self. Every time I see the sunset, plants wither and people say goodbye, I feel that this is a play and the end of a story.

The sunset is picturesque, the breeze is intoxicated, the sunset is gentle and elegant, and the ink color is beautiful. Between the sea and the sky, the mountains are bathed in twilight, the fog is blowing gently, and the blue sky is reflected.

The stars outside the window are dim, and I see the moon brewing in your eyes.

Clouds stole the wine I put on the roof, so she blushed and turned into a sunset glow.

There will always be a sunset glow on your head, and there will always be someone waiting to love you.

I have heard a thousand words about midsummer, which are not as good as the sunset glow I saw at this time.

The sky was red until sunset. And your cheeks are flushed, as the sky gets darker and darker.

Among the great beauties in the warm winter sun, the sky is as beautiful as an oil painting.

The sky stole the red wine I put on the roof, drunk my imagination, turned my cheeks red and turned into sunset glow, peeping at all the gentle things in this world.

The sunshine in the evening is golden and far away, but the alternation of the four seasons is so warm. You're many years late, but I'm glad you came.

If someone sends you a photo of the sunset glow in the future, you should remember to say "I miss you too", because I know the sky, look at the clouds and sit and miss you.

Life is very light, and occasionally I sigh that the autumn wind is so gentle and the sunset is so beautiful on my way to work. I really want to see the sunrise and sunset.

No matter how unhappy you are, everything can go up at night. I fell in love with this world again, as if I were wrapped in all the gentleness of this world. I want to watch forty-four sunsets with someone I like.

"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I have loved the sunset for many years, just that kind of silly love; It's like a young girl meeting a long-cherished prince. I can't say why, perhaps because when we see the sunset that refuses to fall, there is always a little bit of melancholy about the dying hero. Young people are for their dreams.

The dusk is beautiful and soft, and the sunset passes through the hall through the fingers. The sunset at dusk is scattered all over the place, covering the old days, this late spring dusk; Look at the sun, although it is brilliant, the most beautiful time is at dusk.

I want to talk about a love that never breaks up, stumbles on, sets the sun and grows old together.

I know you best. I watched the sunset alone, and people in the street said goodbye.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare with your shadow in the sunset.

Breathing touches every nerve, tearing my heart in the dusk sunset, hysterical.

The sunset is silent, and the swallows return to sorrow, which makes people feel sad in autumn. I was heartbroken and sent my husband away. I was listless and lonely all my life.

I just want to meet you at dusk and enjoy the sunset.

The sunset is the same, except that you are far away from the ocean.

I wish to have a heart and enjoy the beautiful sunset.

I only hope that smiling girl can watch the sunset with me.

If you don't return at sunset, if you turn away and say nothing, I'll see you later.

Youth is a painful disease. If I can't cure it, I will sink and jump in despair. I seem to be able to embrace the sunset.

I once fantasized that I was a passer-by in a foreign country, looking at the distant long street and watching the sunset. In reality, I gradually interspersed with dreams, tossing and turning, and bid farewell to dreams in the same place. Life is too overloaded and dreams are too thin.

I love watching the sunset in the wilderness, listening to the direction of the wind, forgetting everything that has nothing to do with me and growing like a tree.

The most beautiful thing you said is the sunset hidden behind the house. The most beautiful thing about me is that the sunset shines on your face. I just saw it.

When the sunset is at its best, it is always close to dusk. There are many such things in the world, especially some particularly splendid and beautiful things. So you don't have to be sad or sorry. You don't have to keep it even if you go to the Jianghu to chase after spring. Because this is life, there are some things you can't keep. You must learn to endure its ruthlessness in order to enjoy its tenderness.

The best thing I can imagine in life is to grow old with you, swing in the sunset and enjoy the beauty of the sunset for the rest of my life!