A short essay describing the scenery, the theme of which is that tired birds return to their nests at sunset.

I climbed to the fifth floor and looked at it with my eyes wide open. I saw the sunset hanging 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.

I looked up at the sunset. Sunlight pierced my eyes like a sword, and my tears flowed out.

The color of the clouds beside the sunset changes greatly, from lily to golden, from purple to yellow, from gray to red. With a blink of an eye, it becomes rosewood again. It's really colorful and changeable.

The shape of clouds changes from time to time. Sometimes they are like cotton clouds, and sometimes they are like waves on the river. They change so naturally, so quickly, so strangely.

After a while, the setting sun suddenly lost its dazzling light. It is red, as if a steel plate weighing 1000 kg was pressed on it, and it gradually fell down. Suddenly, the lower part of the sun fell into the dark clouds on the horizon, and the dark clouds were dyed red sandalwood. I knew the sun was going down, so I stared at it. In a blink of an eye, the sun only has a small red face. It smiled and said to us, "See you tomorrow, my child." Say that finish, I shook my head and suddenly got into the clouds. The sky suddenly turned red, as if it were on fire. At this time, not only the sky was red, but also myself was dyed red.

Ah! This is really a rare spectacle!

No wonder Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem "Leyou Tombs": "The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night."