Suitable for watching the sunset, talking about the beauty of the sunset, and talking about friends.

First, some people are at the end of the road, and the sun sets, but for some people it is a brand-new starting point, and the sun rises.

2. One evening more than two thousand years ago, the sunset dyed the horizon red, and the autumn wind swept away the yellow leaves on the ground. A tired scholar came in with a thin horse. Suddenly, a long light sound pierced the sky, and the scholar looked up and a line of geese flew south in a herringbone shape. The scholar sighed, and Humayu followed the north wind, crossed the south branch of the Bird's Nest, then got on the horse and walked against the north wind.

Third, some people have reached the end of the road, but the setting sun is a brand-new starting point for some people, and the rising sun rises.

Fourth, ah, fiery red, gray blue and light pink are mixed together, putting on an incomparable gorgeous coat for Grandfather Sun. Look! Like a colorful tree, like a colorful flower. How changeable rosy clouds are! Suddenly, the sun turned into the shadow of a distant mountain.

5. Whose sunset is not heavy? 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.

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

Seven, get used to a person's world; Get used to a person's life; Accustomed to a person's sunset; Get used to your imagination; Accustomed to a person looking up at the sky; Accustomed to watching the rain alone; Accustomed to traveling alone; Accustomed to listening to music alone. I'm used to being alone on the stage. Are you used to her life without him?

Eight, the sun at night, through the peak, reflected in the water, as if the water had a layer of rust!

Nine, Gesanghua blooms in the autumn wind, and in the afterglow of the sunset, I am on the bench at the station, waiting for you to come and go to the south.

If you are tired, you don't have to watch the sunset. I will accompany you to watch the sunset on the road of life.

Eleven, a day goes by in trivial, my lonely soul is scattered in the dusk, like rolling dust in the afterglow, disappearing into the long river of life bit by bit, unable to struggle.

Twelve, I also put tears in the pages, as if the jasmine flowers we had when we were young might fall from the occasionally opened title page in the evening many years later, without fragrance or sound.

Thirteen, 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 happy. 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.

At dusk, the sunset dyed the whole sky red. Your blood is like this sunset, which dyed the sky red but not red, my heart.

Fifteen, the emotional world is inevitable, and the beauty of dusk will eventually go to night.

16. Dusk is not the color of youth, but youth always walks into dusk, one step at a time, just like tears shining into a growing river. Then we say goodbye at dusk and don't miss it.

Seventeen, the vast grassland was plated with a layer of gold by the red sunrise. Dewdrops on grass leaves are like gems embedded in emeralds, with colorful brilliance. Red, white, yellow, blue and purple, all kinds of wild flowers make the green grassland more beautiful than the garden.

Eighteen, black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black. Dyed black during the day. Black is dyed white. The world is divided into black and white. So I became your reflection. Always live in a completely different world from you. Buried the dusk. Buried a group of gorgeous and luxurious butterflies.

Nineteen, gradually, the dark clouds dispersed again, and the sun reflected the gentle sunshine to the ground, which was not dazzling at all. Flowers, trees and grass are all stained with orange, and even I myself have turned orange, bathed in the sunset glow, which is really refreshing! I really want to open my throat and sing a song to express my uncontrollable feelings. I really want to recite a little poem to praise the beautiful scenery tonight.

Twenty, the geometry of life, a few degrees of sunset. Casual passing by will become the most beautiful scenery in our memory. Destined to meet thousands of miles away, there is no face-to-face opportunity. From then on, your face is deeply hidden in my mind, lingering. In many dreams, I sat hand in hand with you, watching the afterglow of the sunset, listening to the magnificence of the waves lapping on the coast, strolling among the fragrant flowers, whispering among the flowers, and watching the romance of butterflies chasing.

21. Under the sunlight, the sky seems to be on fire. Sometimes the colors of light are varied, from red to gold and so on. There are many colors, some of which can't be named.

Twenty-two, dusk is this shore, and it is the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; Dusk is the other shore, and it is the most pleasant ending before it is shattered. This shore, the other shore, is connected, which is a lifetime. Laugh and sigh at the world of mortals, East, who is singing for whom; It's still dusk in the west, and smoke clouds pass by.

Twenty-three, it's getting late today. Dark clouds climbed into the sky. The sun must be in a hurry. More and more red, desperately to the west. After a while, only the crescent-shaped edge was left. Dark clouds are even more arrogant when they see the sun hiding, occupying the whole sky and refusing to show a little. The sun has long since disappeared, leaving only a remnant of golden light.

Twenty-four, ah, lux, gray, blue and light pink are mixed together, and Grandpa Sun is dressed in an incomparable floral dress. Look! Like a colorful tree, like a colorful flower. How changeable rosy clouds are! Suddenly, the sun turned into the shadow of a distant mountain.

Twenty-five, the western hills are getting dark, and the afterglow of the sun shines in this city, which looks desolate and bleak. The sunset at dusk gives people a kind of regret at the end of life and the sadness of shattered dreams.

Twenty-six, the beauty of the sunset is always after dusk, the season time is like a curved autumn water, shallow waves, hidden in the tasteless heart, send warm in the flowers, missing China in the green.

Twenty-seven, near the sunset, the sun shining all day is still full of flames and no tiredness. Gradually, the sun turned into a yellow ball, like a big round gold plate. After a while, the yellowish color began to deepen and turned into a reddish fireball. At this time, the light of the sun is not so dazzling, but becomes soft, like a girl's face, beautiful and lovely.

Twenty-eight, I came to the pond under the slope and looked at the beautiful scenery in summer evening. I saw the sunset glow burning half the sky, reflecting a pool of water and dyeing the whole mountain red. The range of Xia Guang is gradually narrowing, and the color is gradually becoming lighter. Purple becomes crimson, crimson becomes pink, pink becomes pink, and finally disappears.

Twenty-nine, the setting sun is oblique, 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.

Ah, lux, gray, blue and light pink are mixed together, which puts a gorgeous coat on Grandpa Sun. Look! Like a colorful tree, like a colorful flower. How changeable rosy clouds are! Suddenly, the sun turned into the shadow of a distant mountain.

3 1. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds. 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.

32. The sunset is beautiful and soft. Really, the best moment of the day is so short. If you catch it, you will save the residual heat until evening, even in the future.

33. Dusk is a natural landscape. Have you ever seen dusk? Although it is common sometimes, it can also make people intoxicated sometimes. On a trip, I accidentally saw the scene of dusk. At that time, there was a magical and beautiful dusk in my mind. When dusk comes, I feel very gentle and tottering on the horizon. Gradually, the round sun turned into a semicircle, and the rays of the sun were not as dazzling as usual, becoming more and more ethereal and blurred. The color of the cloud changed from red to orange under the weak sunlight. Gradually, the clouds became various shapes, and the last light gradually disappeared, and the clouds became dark black.

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 small town, that man, that sunset, disappeared, and now only the lonely guest in that strange city is left.

35. Unconsciously, the sun slipped a little. At this time, the small half of the sun's face was covered by the mountain, like a ripe big apple lightly placed on the top of the mountain. The sun went down slowly. Black seems to be all over the sky, but the red sun without light is fighting with the burning black cloud to see who can win the sky. But the sun went down. Later, the sun only left a red line on the top of the mountain. It seems that it didn't give up until the last moment, but in the end, it completely disappeared from my sight. Although the sky is covered with black, I will still think of the beautiful scenery and magnificent sight just now.

Thirty-six, the red sun sets in the west, and the old people are old trees and yellow flowers, and the setting sun is beautiful, only at dusk.