Beautiful Prose of Sunset Red

The beautiful prose of sunset red: people only know that they work at sunrise and rest at sunset; Don't you know that the sunset is shining?

People only know that they are young and energetic; Don't you know that getting old is beautiful and the sunset is red?

Some people say that the sunset is the most beautiful. Indeed, the rising sun shines on the earth and people are ecstatic; There are also afterglow reflections in the evening, which are colorful and have a colorful feeling. People often pay attention to the morning sun and ignore the sunset. In fact, the most beautiful color is at sunset. You see, at dusk, people are dragging their tired bodies and standing on high places looking into the distance, and they will see bundles of afterglow on the earth or the sea. The ground is reflected with red light and the sea water is reflected with color. It's really beautiful! At this time, the scenery is the most beautiful, which makes the sunset brilliant. At this point, I remembered a sentence, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. Adults are happy and children shout.

Who knows that the sunset time is also beautiful, and who knows that the afterglow of the sunset can also reflect the earth? Who else knows that Taoist twilight is beautiful and human twilight is happy? With the progress of society, people pay attention to youth and prime of life, but often ignore old age. Of course, young people are the mainstream of the times. Although the elderly are frail and old, they are still unwilling to accept a sense of security and strive to do something beneficial to the people in the remaining years.

The most beautiful is the sunset red, well said, the sunset is the most beautiful and radiant. People can also use afterglow to create careers. People can also use the sunset to enjoy the rest of the day. People can also use dusk to relax after a day's work. Even if the beautiful time of the day is wasted, the sunset can make up for the loss of the day. Even if youth is wasted, we should regain the fruits of labor at sunset. Don't miss the dusk, the most beautiful sunset red.

The most beautiful is the sunset red, well said, the sunset is the most beautiful, and you will always be young. Don't think that the day has passed and underestimated the afterglow of the sunset. Don't waste an evening just because you have finished one thing in one day. Good morning, cherish it at night. What people don't finish during the day sometimes continues at dusk. Pupils didn't finish their studies all day, but they were still consolidating at night. I am getting older every year and my appearance is getting older and older. Why don't we take advantage of the sunset to regain our youth and make ourselves fresh and beautiful forever!

The most beautiful is the sunset red, well said, the sunset is the most beautiful, in exchange for ideas. People often say that the sun is going down and the day should be over.

However, they often don't think the sunset is gorgeous and colorful. They are radiating their brightest light, forcing their instinctive light to shine on the earth. At this time, they want to try their best to exert their energy and do their day well. Although the morning sun is warm, it does not show weakness at dusk. Isn't this the time when they glow and emit their own waste heat? Of course, so do people. People are not willing to lag behind the sunset. If they want to exchange ideas, they should also release some of their own light in their later years.

Speaking of which, I think of a literary friend who wrote in an article that in a park, I saw an old couple smiling and taking pictures of each other, saying that they would leave their sunset red. At this time, the author admired them very much, and quickly took a picture for them for their later years. This picture is very intoxicating and comforting. Old, still romantic, still happy with the breath of youth. No wonder some people say that the sunset is the most beautiful.

Indeed, the sunset is beautiful, colorful and full of joy. At this moment, I seem to see the sunset again. People are holding hands and looking into the distance. At this time, although the sun is not warm, it is radiant and reflects the earth.

Beautiful Prose of Sunset Red Part II: The Most Beautiful Sunset Red

On the horizon, Tuo Hong is drunk and the sun shines everywhere. Everything is shrouded in warm golden light, emitting infinite softness and warmth. At present, a pair of white-haired and hale-and-hearty old people passed by. Their faces are kind and firm, kind and optimistic in the afterglow. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." Is that really the case? My thoughts can't help flying. ...

The brush is flowing like a dragon and snake-(the strokes of calligraphy) vigorous and graceful.

In the morning, the sun rises. In the square downstairs, you can always see a white-haired grandfather. He wore a white vest and blue-green shorts, and his eyes revealed leisure and tranquility. At his side, is a lovely puppy, very obedient to accompany grandpa. Grandpa's big brush dipped in water to write brush characters on pieces of blue stones. If you fly, if you look, if you come, "I always see dragons and snakes walking, and the left plate is shocked." I am amazed at the strength of each pen. Brilliant sunshine shines through the cracks in the leaves and the fog in the morning, like bundles of gold thread, illuminating the earth and surrounding my grandfather, plating him with a layer of Phnom Penh, which warms my heart. ...

Singing and dancing happily

Dusk, dusk. Many old people gathered in the square. "The endless horizon is my love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green hills, what kind of rhythm is the most swaying, and what kind of songs are the most enjoyable ..." With the music of the tape recorder, they waved their arms and stepped on the beat, swinging from side to side and dancing selflessly. That dance, that dance, "dance back to tea and sing sad songs." Every step is light and neat, which makes me intoxicated. The sunset glow in the western sky is waving a gorgeous scarf and shining on everyone through the breeze. In my heart ...

Walk as if you have wings ―― walk quickly and forcefully.

At night, the moonlight is like ink. On the quiet path, you will always meet old people who come for a walk in groups of three or five. It is carefree and full of energy. "Walking in the forest, ancient trees lead a secluded path." Sometimes I stop, have a drink, chat and then continue. I admire their vigorous pace and quiet. In them, I found vitality and strength that can't be dissipated even in old age. The wind with the fragrance of earth and grass, face, dyed my lungs and heart green. ...

Sunset, a touch of Xia Hong style. Looking at the horizon, you can vaguely see a white cloud. Ah! The most beautiful thing is sunset red. "Sunset is a flower that blooms late, and sunset is an aged wine ..." Is it really "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night"? It is "although it is near dusk, it is infinitely good." They are the most beautiful scenery under the golden light.

Beautiful Prose of Sunset Red Part III: I don't know how to describe the beauty in front of me. This kind of beauty, the beauty for no reason, the beauty without words, is intoxicating. The sunset is sending out the last afterglow, and I want to give the last afterglow. The red appearance is really beautiful. I really can't think of what kind of words to write down, so I have to pretend that there is only meaning to fool others.

I want to look for the trace of the sunset everywhere, but I can't find it. Its beauty is untraceable, leaving only a red memory to prove its existence. I didn't believe in red before, thinking it was a girl's color, and I didn't think it was beautiful, just because I didn't believe it, but now I'm completely restored, fascinated by red, intoxicated by beauty and crazy about sunset.

One day the year before last, I happened to see an elderly couple fishing on the shore of Dagangtou in Lishui. I still remember that the two old people were about fifty or sixty years old with a little white silk between their heads. They look ordinary, but they look kind, wearing ordinary clothes, but they look more like the old man next door, and they look kind. One of them sits quietly on his stool, sometimes catching a stream fish, then putting it in a small bucket and putting bait on it to continue fishing. The other stood still, occasionally chatting with some fishermen, occasionally raising his fishing rod, then putting the caught fish in a small bucket and putting bait on it to continue fishing. Looking from a distance, there is an unspeakable feeling. I only felt good at that time, but I was moved by that feeling. Now I understand another meaning of sunset red, and I also know what it means to hold your hand and grow old with your son. This is not so-called romance, but a sincere and unchanging promise: I can't give you too much, but I will accompany you to your old age.

The beauty of sunset red is very beautiful, which can make me have the illusion of blasphemy. I always feel a little sorry. Many things are not like this, because I am reluctant, so I am cruel. This is a morbid, a long-standing vent, just because each of us is more or less selfish. For example, when we see beautiful birds and flowers, we always have an impulse to keep them for ourselves. Some people control it very well, so it's nothing. Some people can't control it, and there will be an idea of "ruin if you can't get it", which is nothing in trivial matters. After all, we have seen too much.

Unfortunately, this beauty is too short for me to appreciate. It was getting dark that day, covering part of the red sunset, and the sunset disappeared from the top of the mountain bit by bit until the last red light disappeared at the other end of the mountain. People who are lucky enough to see it reluctantly look back and savor this magical moment.

Postscript: I desecrated that beauty with words alone, just to write down that beautiful moment. The funny thing is, after more than two hours of revision, it is still so unbearable that I have to give up and comfort myself.