Briefly talk about the sunset and see the mood of the sunset circle of friends.

First, the setting sun hangs in mid-air, like a jade plate. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if a magical little star is shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.

Second, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter dawn or sunset, there is always their shadow. This is called "caring for each other", and this is called "never leaving". The most perfect thing in life is that someone watches the sunset every day.

Third, dusk may be a cloud entrusted by the night, hanging in the western sky, or it may be the prelude to the arrival of a warm night, but in any case, dusk is so charming not only because of its colorful clouds, but also because it can explain the true meaning of night with a determination of self-destruction.

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

5. Walking with you at the seaside, from sunny to sunset, two people sit quietly on the beach. When I go to play with water, you just look at me and laugh, and occasionally come down to play with me. We pick up shells together. Without a specific plan, we play aimlessly, eat when we are hungry and rest when we are tired. It's good.

6. Twilight came from the distant mountain, which was deep and soon changed color.

Seven, the screen window sunset, no one saw tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

8. In a blink of an eye, the last sunset glow of the western sky has melted into the twilight, and the sky is getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.

Nine, the back of the backpack in the afterglow of the sunset is a symbol of youth, while white shirts and dark blue pants are the colors of youth.

Ten, I like the sunset, it is picturesque, but implicit, so that people who appreciate it often indulge in it, forget the existence of space, forget the noise of the world, forget the irritability of the mood, forget. ...

Eleven, stand silently, take the sunset as the rhyme, the sound of grass color, spread poetry, write the fate of past lives and the encounter of this life for the pure heart. Extremely far away, a dream, so close, so far away. I have always believed that only a touch of dust can sway fragrance, just like a touch of friendship can last for a long time, just like this shallow Xia Feng, turning into an ethereal figure and plucking my heartstrings.

Twelve, in the summer night, dusk light, immersed in stupid dreams and the struggle of the world. Poor heart, nameless ambition, red shirt completes troubled times. I tried to solve the complicated scene, but I disturbed the world in a hurry. Mourning, trembling, is a white Venus, and I care about Cuptown.

I like flowers in spring, trees in summer, dusk in autumn, sunshine in winter, and you every day.

14. On the painted railing, the afterglow reflecting the sunset gradually fades away. In this way, our youth ends with the sunset.

15. Dusk may be a cloud entrusted by the night, hanging in the western sky, or it may be the front curtain of the arrival of a warm night, but in any case, the reason why dusk is so charming is not only because of its colorful clouds, but also because it can interpret the true meaning of night with a determination of self-destruction.

Sixteen, the sound of love in the evening, the sunset is red, the moonlight is dim, there are fewer stars, the wind is falling, but everyone asks, worried that the sunset will outline tears, heaven and earth will not say goodbye, and the voice of the sunset will repeat. Why are you sleeping?

Seventeen, time goes forward, and the years flash. Dusk, sunset, night. I still stay on that day, our happy time. Youth and years are getting old, but we are still the farthest away. That kind of melancholy, like-

Eighteen, there are beautiful people in the distance, and the year is dusk.

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

Look at the sunset glow again. It is beautiful. Its red face reflects half the sky, and its big eyes radiate light. Cover the world with its warmth and illuminate the dark corners.

2 1. Dusk is coming. Just a similar dusk for many years. The sun sets, but the dusk lengthens my figure.

Twenty-two, boil a piece of acacia, embroider a picture of rain, * * * enjoy the fleeting moment, enjoy the elegance of the years; In a Chai Zhu family, I took a person to warm wine and make tea, and set the sun leisurely, waiting for the white hair at dusk.

23. Before we know the darkness of the day, the night is coming grandly. In the meantime, an instant, bright and dark, love and not love, hope and despair, is dusk.

Twenty-four, after the rain, clean roads, yellow days, yellow colors, looking for the smell of earth, smelling the flowers, looking at that green field, really happy. At this moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, knocking off the dust still sinking on it, and I suddenly felt very light.

When the sun goes down, many clouds appear in the sky. The shape of clouds is changeable, especially the color of clouds. The clouds in the sky are like cotton lilies for a while, and like golden waves for a while. The most interesting thing is those two clouds: one is like a faint rouge, and the other is like a cockscomb with red sandalwood color. The whole sky looks colorful. The ever-changing clouds filled the sky with mysterious colors.

Twenty-six, you said, one day, I will stand quietly by your side and watch the sunset with you.

Twenty-seven, at sunset, the sky is a crimson cloud, reflected on the water, and the river is dyed rose.

Twenty-eight, suddenly, the horizon spewed a brilliant light. In an instant, the sky was dyed deep red, just like a magnificent red sea, very spectacular. It's really "this scene should only exist in the sky, and how many views can the world get." At this time, the sunset is getting redder and redder, almost dripping with blood, just like a huge red peony blooming in the sky. At this moment, her beauty made me forget everything around me.

Twenty-nine, sunset glow, bloody dusk, a pair of golden married old people, helping each other to stumble in the corner of the community park, is a beautiful scenery. Looking at each other's increasingly turbid eyes is like examining a heavy masterpiece of life. Trying to search for the smoke clouds in the past, the moment of heartbeat and unexpected moment reappeared in front of my eyes, urging some tears.

30. The black mountains are like the jaws of a whale, unconsciously devouring the sunset.

Thirty-one years old, once again quietly left the crowd 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.

Thirty-two, sitting in front of the window, the sun shines through the gauze and becomes hazy and blurred. Looking up, I saw the beautiful sunset, and my eyes were full of light. Inadvertently, the sunset silently recorded our bits and pieces, and with its sharp light, carved the missing memories in our lives in the sky to fill the gaps.

Thirty-three, in the warm glow of the sunset, hardworking and simple people have gone through hardships, unloaded the heavy plow on their shoulders, and the sunset has given them a holy aura, enclosing the fatigue of years and the heaviness of life, so that they can relax. The sunset gave everything to the world and the earth, resulting in countless rays of sunshine, beautiful mountains and rivers, quiet mountains and villages, hardworking and simple people.

When the sun goes down, it's not so dazzling. It is so big, so red, so round, hanging at the top of the tree. Looking at him, you will suddenly have endless fantasies, endless hopes and endless courage.

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.

Thirty-six, the fingertips touch the cold years, which is an unspeakable feeling. The evening is still the same, the years are still the same, and only the unknown sadness is scattered around.