The composition of the back in the sunset

Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. The following are three articles about the back of the sunset. Welcome to read!

Chapter 1: The shadow of the sunset is in our place. I don't know when two old people moved in. Nothing special, because too many people moved, and I didn't care. Only one day, I accidentally saw the old couple walking slowly on the bridge, and then at the same time, both old people would appear on the bridge and stumble. I can't help but wonder, because even on rainy days, the two old people will walk along the road with an old black umbrella, which is very quiet.

One day, I watched TV again, stood by the window, looked into the distance, and saw the old couple, and the sunset sprinkled a safe journey behind them. The old man is tall and thin, and the old lady is short and fat. They are both dressed in black canvas. The old man put his hand behind his back, and the old lady's right hand held the old man's left hand. Silver hair shines strangely in the sunset. Suddenly, a strange feeling came to my mind. Holding hands is like holding each other's world, but I feel a little awkward in this harmony. Look carefully again, it turns out that when the husband and wife walk, they violate the tradition of male left and female right. Generally, men go outside and women go inside, but this pair is female left and male right. I'm confused. But the old lady patiently helped the old man and walked into the afterglow of the sunset step by step, as if holding her own happiness and walking into the afterglow of the sunset. So careful, so peaceful, even the sunset can't bear to disturb.

Since then, I have been paying attention to the old couple. When I see them immersed in the beautiful sunset, I think they belong to happiness. Snuggle up in the sunset of life, watch the sunset glow in its most beautiful appearance, and help each other into the hall of happiness.

It's another sunset, and the old people are walking on the bridge as usual. Looking at the quiet back of those two people. I can't help wondering. I ran downstairs to the bridge and called the old couple. The old lady turned around, saw me and asked, "What's the matter, girl?" There was a kind smile on my face. I asked, "Why do you walk left and right?" The old lady is still smiling, and the wrinkles on her face seem to be deeper. The old man said, "It's not her yet. She insisted on walking outside, saying that she was afraid that I would be hit by a car. I tried to go outside several times, but she just refused. " At this moment, the old lady said, "Daughter, you don't know that he has bad legs and bad eyes. I am not at ease walking outside. " Hearing this sentence, the old man grinned and his mouth was full of happiness.

Oh, I see. A simple posture change includes love for his wife. Although it is a simple sentence, it is full of consideration for each other. Walking every day becomes so beautiful. Accompanied by the sunset, playing their own happy music.

Since then, every day when the sun sets, I like to stand quietly by the window and watch the tall, short, fat and thin figure on the bridge move slowly. Occasionally, the old man will quietly go outside, but he is always supported by the old lady, and then the old lady will unconsciously go outside.

The sunset seems to have softened, dragging the old man's figure. It seems that their happiness is soaked in golden yellow by the sunset, shining brightly. In the sunset, the camel's back, in an uncoordinated position, is a beautiful scenery, which decorated my window and the splendor of the sunset.

Chapter 2: Walking in the sunset, the back is getting longer and longer, and you are getting farther and farther away from me.

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In the sunset, there is your back and my back.

You brought me up when I was a child. No matter where you are, there is always a little me by your side. Whenever there is a class in my kindergarten, you always wait outside the door early, and I can see you as soon as I go out. At that time, after school, you always took me to the yard to bask in the sun. At sunset, your face seems to be covered with gold, even the tiny wrinkles in the corner of your eyes can be seen clearly, and the sweat on your face is shining. At sunset, the shadows behind you and me become longer and longer. From then on, your back is reflected in my heart.

I have grown up gradually, but I have never spent less time with you. Grandma told me that you are old and your ears are not as good as before. Every time you wait for me, you always sit at the door and don't go back to the house. You still like to take me to the sun, and your aging face is no longer young in the sunset. Time slips away unconsciously, and the deep wrinkles carved on your face are even older. As the sun sets, the figure behind you and me is getting longer and longer. Your aging face is reflected in my heart.

I grew up, and you are old. I was too busy with my studies to take it to heart. You still wait for me at the door every day, whether you can wait or not. I find that years have carved many wrinkles on your face, but you still like to bask in the sun with me. Your face is getting old in the sunset. As the sun sets, the figure behind you and me is getting longer and longer, and your old age is reflected in my heart.

The river of time flows quietly. You're old, but I didn't notice. Once, you called my name wrong, and I corrected it many times, but I still couldn't come over. I just realized that you are getting old in a place I didn't expect. But you still like sunsets. I once naively thought that you could accompany me through every corner of my life until one day, when you felt uncomfortable and went to the hospital for examination, a medical record card sentenced you to death-advanced lung cancer. The doctor says you won't live for three months. But you are optimistic. Every day, the sun is still shining and the sun is setting. Your figure is reflected in my heart and I will never forget it. You created a miracle that only belongs to us, and you didn't leave until the end of the year.

I lived two months longer than the doctor said, and your strong figure was branded in my heart.

As the sun sets, the back is getting longer and longer, and you are getting farther and farther away from me.

Chapter 3: The back of the sunset. The sun gradually sets, and the horizon is burned red by the afterglow of the sunset. On the streets of the small town, the people coming and going, the bustling crowd, have gradually dispersed, and the speeding vehicles seem to be much less ... Many times, I walk on the tree-lined road with brisk steps, leisurely and light. ...

The winding long tree-lined path attracted many people, including those who walked and played badminton, couples holding hands, people whispering and laughing at each other, a group of playful children, people jumping around, and aunts and daughters-in-law pulling wild vegetables in the grass beside the road. Seeing this, I can't help but marvel at the noise and noise of the tree-lined path, and I feel a little lonely alone.

Suddenly, a pair of white-haired and faltering old men slipped past me. They help each other and snuggle up to each other, as if they were lovers in love. They also whisper and point at each other from time to time, and often hear their "hee hee" laughter and the sound of patting, which unconsciously aroused my curiosity. Looking at the old people from a distance, their shadows in the sunset are somewhat curved and thin, but they are so solid and calm at every step, as if they have forgotten the road.

Looking at the old couple's fading back, the days sent them away a little bit, and I couldn't help but get lost in thought. The figure of the old couple is deeply imprinted in my mind, as if telling me the meaning of love and the true meaning of love.

Love is mutual tolerance, mutual understanding, mutual concern and interdependence, and the instant romance will eventually become an ordinary day. That day is the messenger to test love, that time is the touchstone of love, and that time and day will sublimate and integrate love little by little.