A selection of beautiful essays describing the sunset

In the warm glow of the sunset, industrious and simple people step on hardships, unload their heavy plows, and the sunset gives them a holy aura, which encloses the fatigue of years and the heaviness of life and gives them relaxation. The following is a selection of beautiful essays describing the sunset that I have compiled for you. Welcome to refer to them.

Selected Works of Beautiful Prose Describing Sunset 1: Beauty in Sunset

When I am young, nothing can trap my yearning for freedom. I like to be alone, occasionally have fun together, have no intrigue, and only have childlike feelings and enjoy myself to the end.

the wind is leisurely, the clouds are leisurely, and people are leisurely. The silent joy spreads in the deep heart and covers the whole world.

galloping in the warm sun, blazing the air and cooling down with a little humidity. The footsteps are spinning, and the flying dust is pulled up behind him. The cheeks are reddish, and the sweat is gently oozing out. It drips down the temples and wipes the forehead. Then a small stream floats between the fingers, and with a flick, it falls to the soil behind it and disappears.

a mountain, which is the beauty of the old days. Once again appeared at the foot of that mountain. A woman with a white suit was waiting there, and I don't know how long she had been waiting. I just walked by with my mouth fluttering, and saw her smile, white lips and teeth shining in the sun, dazzling beauty, instantly engraved in memory, flashing in memory, illuminating the darkness.

Walking deeper along the path, the rocks are littered with idleness, a water stream hangs upside down in a high place, a small waterfall plunges down and flows to a tortuous recess, and the lifted water drops ripple in the palm of your hand. The cool ice and ice dispels the slight heat and then walk higher.

there is no running water, only pine trees and yellowish grass that can't see the edge. Under the touch of the breeze, layers of waves are swaying, with faint fragrance and drunkenness like a fairyland.

She was holding a light blue umbrella, leaning slightly, blocking the sunshine, laughing in the wind, and her hair was flying, which disturbed her mind and made her grin unconsciously.

Happy time always flies. The sun is getting redder and redder, and it gradually sets to the west, just falling on the top of the mountain. Her umbrella was not open, and the sunset was facing her cheek. She shaded her with one hand, and the sunset was red and enchanting, spreading different beauty. The short hair on her forehead was tilted more obliquely, and the hair behind her was raised more and more. The white skirt was dyed with a touch of gold, and the skirt was dancing with the evening breeze, full of brilliant red ribbons.

The beauty of the old days also had a sunset glow. The mountains danced enchanting under the red glow of the sunset, and the music of returning birds was the most beautiful accompaniment. The sunset between the two ancient trees is better than the neon lights at night, the running water in the sunset, the golden light and the ripples caused by the breeze, and I am drunk and ordinary.

look, how beautiful the falling leaves are, dancing with the sunset. The wind is always running in a hurry. Occasionally, the red leaves all over the sky are spinning in the sunset. A pair of boys and girls pass by leisurely, and a beautiful picture comes out. If a photographer takes pictures, it will surely fascinate the world. The most beautiful is the sunset red.

The sunset lengthens the figure. Looking at her, I look at the sunset, and occasionally I look at the red leaves. The smile on my lips seems to never stop.

Who is in full bloom when you gently wave your hand and raise your mouth in the sunset?

remember saying that many years ago? Looking at the sunset, life is like a dream? I wonder if. Selected Works of Beautiful Prose Describing the Sunset Part II: Sunset Scenery

The distant mountains are bare, and the west-slanting sun shines its light on Ma Junping with clear gully and clear rocky ridges, and the yellow land under my feet.

I met a shepherd on the edge of the ping. When I approached him, I was surprised by the chance encounter between them, and paid a rural salute.

I stare at the rough sketch portrait drawn by Gao Yuanfeng at will; Like the crow's feet of a spider's web, the eyes are shining with a warm and sincere look. So I inquired about his spirituality with reverence and familiarity.

The sheep are chasing and playing on the hillside, and the mountains in the western plateau are stacked one after another, which is always majestic and broad.

The old secretary holds a whip soaked in soil and refuted by sweat, as if to show off his vitality. He nodded enthusiastically.

　? Old secretary, are you herding sheep?

　? Hey! Haha,? There was a smile on my face, and a pair of eyes that had been rushing through years of hard work and longing suddenly recognized me.

　? You wretched child, there's a wave at my uncle's house, huh? . I can't help but hold the whip and raise the sheep in the ditch slope.

　? The children went to school, and the adults went out to work and worked in the fields. I was no longer the village secretary, so I was idle and panicked, gathering the children's sheep together and taking them with me. .

　? Oh? I greeted him and watched him whip, and the expression on his face changed with our small talk.

I'm still used to calling him the old secretary. As a fellow villager, I basically know him, so I ask him to pay attention to everything in the village. He is old party member, and his thinking ability is still good.

after a while, he told me about the village as he walked. As cheerful and honest as in the past. I admire his sincerity and a touch of sunset business.

The countryside is getting better and better. Young children are knowledgeable and smart. They are engaged in rich industries, making young people cadres, bringing villagers income and developing beautiful and harmonious villages. Can I propose a toast? Purple Lanzhou? He waved his hand, took out yellow smoke from his pocket, cut it into strips with newspaper, glued it with lip liquid, borrowed my lighter and sucked hard, leisurely and loud.

The old secretary talks a lot, so I shouldn't reply more. From seniority and experience, they are all my elders. I can only bow my head and respect his rambling.

the policy is very good, new rural construction, beautiful countryside, happy home; Accurate poverty alleviation in counties and towns has broadened the channels for farmers to increase their income. It is reported in TV and newspapers every day that the elderly are provided with health care and medical care?

The old secretary poured a gushing smile into the sunset sky, and the rosy clouds on the horizon were as red as fire. Babaochuan at the foot of the mountain, the vibrant village; The beauty of tomorrow's new countryside is blooming in the sunset scenery.

I listened to his heartfelt honesty. Indeed, villages in Babaochuan are strewn at random with cottages, overlooking the village roads which are flat and tidy, and the Baochuan Highway runs through a picture of beautiful countryside.

the policy is good, farmers get benefits, their lives are guaranteed, and there are many beautiful things; The key to rural development and farmers' prosperity is to take the lead. Our village of Babaochuan should further develop the way of beautiful countryside and improve the quality of grassroots leaders. You see, Renhe Village in Honggu District is doing well, and the construction of new countryside has become a model for learning. Isn't it amazing?

I respect his frankness, which actually shows the fact that an old party member doesn't mix water. This is his heart sound, the experience of working at the grassroots level, expressing his loyalty and sincerity. When you talk, your smile shows your admiration for beautiful countryside.

herding sheep, this is where his sunset life lies. Life is healthy, he is a happy shepherd at this time, and I listen quietly and indulge in it. The afterglow of the setting sun shines warmly in Babaochuan, emitting colorful light softly. Selected essays describing the sunset Part III: A touch of sunset on the horizon, a touch of yellow

Yesterday, I got up early, and I was assigned to pick up the bride, whose family lived in the countryside, and our horses and chariots sailed all the way to the west.

Because it was too early, the street was quiet, and the rain was falling. At first, it was still dotted, and then the underground smoked, so we quickly came to the suburbs. A few days ago, it was a green crop, but now it is golden. The golden wheat field is facing the wind in June, bathed in the rain in early summer, and looking at the golden wheat field reminds me of a touch of yellow in the horizon.

At the beginning of August last year, although we didn't have much time to sleep after flying for more than ten hours, we were still attracted by all the new ideas in foreign countries and didn't feel a little sleepy. In the evening, on our way from Venice to Florence, I was attracted by the yellow field, and it still flashes in my mind often.

In the evening, the blue sky and white clouds gradually faded away, and the sun in the west hung in mid-air, and a touch of afterglow dyed the west in different colors. The communication place between the sky and the earth was pale pink, then pink, rose, and finally burgundy. The rosy clouds were radiant, and I looked at the colorful sky for a long time in a daze, never missing a moment. The car was running in the Apennines.

Under the sun, endless golden wheat fields are spread out under the eyes. Under the sunset glow, Jin Shanshan and Huang Cancan are more and more dazzling, as if they were covered with gold. The golden ears of wheat are full of grains, and under the Adriatic sea breeze, they are bent with laughter. The evening breeze caresses, the ears of wheat sway, the waves of wheat roll, and the earth is covered with a yellow blanket. This kind of scenery was once seen in Miller's "The Woman Picking Ears", which is a scene of a farmer's harvest. Now, in this golden wheat field, it is no longer poor. I saw several harvesters slowly shuttling back and forth in the field, harvesting, and holding the heavy ears of wheat in their arms. I never saw a trace of people in the vast fields, which shows how developed the agricultural mechanization in Europe is today, and farmland matters no longer need to be solved by numerous laborers.

In the distance, under the golden yellow, there is no farmhouse, only a few wheat piles. Some farmland has been harvested, and the harvested wheat stalks are not scattered there in disorder, but are all rolled into bundles and placed neatly in the fields. Beyond the golden yellow, I can see a piece of green in the distance. Later, I learned from others that it is the famous olive tree in Italy, where many olive oil that Chinese people eat today comes from.