Standing at the west window watching the clouds in the sunset.

I like this quiet, quiet, sour grapes, and then the ripe sweetness hangs under the grape trellis on the balcony, and there are clouds on the horizon. Still high, how to pick it? Then try to touch it on tiptoe. Oh, I can't choose it.

Well, its smoothness is good at my fingertips. I can say to myself, it's sour, it's immature, or I'm early, or something I can't eat is sour. Therefore, the soul is so stable and silent.

It turns out that comfort is like a bird in the wild, flying freely, just like comforting your spoony soul. In fact, some scenes are just a sail on the horizon.

On the distant horizon, the sun came out and set again. Never. I can't tell the sunrise from the sunset. In fact, the sunrise and sunset are all in the same place, but I suddenly raised my head and lowered my head again. Dongshan rises, Xishan sleeps, I sleep, you wake up, you sleep and I wake up. Got up and looked around, all red clouds, reclining in the glow. Walking for a long time, staying for a long time, just like leaves, just like germination, just one season.

Those colorful clouds, gently overflowing in the glow, are surging like the waves of the sea. It is jubilant, like a reed in the moon lake, and the wind is blowing elegant ripples. One by one, layer by layer, row by row, soaked with warmth. I am staring, and my eyes are rippling, silent, surging and reflected in the lake.

I don't remember whether the sunrise is the shadow of the sunset. Actually, you can always find its shadow. Sunlight passes through clouds and treetops, which makes you ecstatic. Just like when you were a child, you tied a flower bow on your head and sat by the stream in the field, watching how the reflection of dragonfly flying at dusk landed on the bow. You are a little ecstatic, and so is time. It allows you to walk among trees, spit green, blossom, fall and fly, and let those souls who live in your body play.

Leaning against the window to watch the sunset is like leaning against the clouds on the horizon, lazy, seemingly absent, or obviously burning. What do they think about beside the sunset? Is it romance, pursuit or carefree? I think that the clouds hanging in the sky are so red, leisurely and unreal, and there always seem to be so many hypocritical and helpless pastimes.

In this autumn, I am happy to stand at the window and watch the sunset. Such a vision should be colorful, distant and hazy, just like a reflection, broken by the wind; Like a cloud in the sunset, when the sun sets, Guanghua gradually disappears, but it is still a cloud.

Memories that wake up at the touch, such as the buried afterglow, always reflect some brilliance, infiltration, growth and pain. Mood is like a cloud on the horizon, which can't be waved away or stopped. However, when the morning rises, I always drop a soft cloud. From sunrise to sunset, how did the Woods, mountains and rivers and everything start to shine and bathe? Perhaps there is a little illusion, more of a pleasure. There are unspeakable traces of sunset in the morning light, and there is no way to go back.

After living in a house in Zhao Xi for a long time, people always have a feeling and daydream. From the gorgeous joy of sunset glow to falling red, there will always be a kind of melancholy. It seems that life is always a brief encounter. Looking at the distant mountains and the distant sky, do you want to keep your thoughts like clouds? Maybe it's just a memory. Is there any hope? Yes, you can't hide the distant scenery, those blues, those dazzling colors in the distant sun, those soft clouds, and then a pleasant picture pops up in your mind, and then you watch the last touch of orange fall behind the mountain and go away, and then what else?

Did you also see that when the sunset comes to an end and sets, it always pauses, as if turning to the faded cloud and saying, you only know to stay, you only care about the wind, where did you go early? It has gone, or has been discarded, and it is just a passer-by. So people turn around and still have to wait for the rising sun to store the clouds again. There are shadows of clouds in the evening, which always makes people feel a little cautious and happy.

So I remembered the rain in early spring, sprinkled it on the green grass in the field, brewed inch by inch, sprouted leaves and forgot the flowers of a tree; In late autumn, the wind blows, the flowers wither and fly with sadness, forgetting how they give back to winter snow and clothes all over the ground; Forgot the cold of winter; I forgot the imagination of life crying in the lush summer … no, I remember. It seems that winter snow and summer can't be replaced after all, and Qiuyang stands up.

The distant mountains are covered by this round of autumn halo red, and the sunset will be a touch of rosy clouds. Those seemingly nothing, hazy, beautiful, just beautiful. Can time bear the illusion of this season, so that all seasons gather in the autumn clouds on the horizon, and the warm and gentle time soaks into the wrinkles of the soul and stretches out. Falling uneasily, the sunlight reflected by the setting sun leaves the last tenderness, fluttering and condensing until it is as quiet as water.

I like this, the love that stands dignified and dignified, just like standing at the west window watching the clouds in the sunset, like a deep and quiet path, stepping on the tiny moonlight to find a quiet shadow, like a firefly with stars, looking for magic and surprises in the dark. So, I sat there looking at colorful clouds, avoiding the midday sun, and the end was the afterglow of the autumn sunset. "The west window is tilted by the setting sun, and good things can comfort this situation." I love the afterglow of the west window alone. When there is always leisure in the sunset, you just need to close your eyes a little and look back. The clouds in the east are also red.

Believe it or not, those camels will also look around and see a forest to avoid the hot sun.