The deep affection for the sunset is no longer the yearning and sadness of "the setting sun is heartbroken at the end of the world", nor the bleak and heroic "lonely smoke in the desert and the long river setting the yen". There is only, as calm as water. I think only the mirror spirit living at the bottom of the lake can understand. It is empty, distant and unpredictable. I vaguely felt another me at the other end, watching the sunset rise slowly.
? It is always too late to imagine such a scene, and my thoughts will be disrupted. That's the other side of the world, the extreme of thought, light has not been defined yet, and time is only the proof of the process. It is a world surrounded by darkness, and dawn is a taboo.
? It is this mystery that fascinates me. There are too many things that cannot be explained. Is the sunset really a farewell of light? Still saving energy for the next takeoff. Facing the sunset, there will be a sense of smallness that struggles to the extreme. The last afterglow breaks me down little by little, and I become dust-a part of nature. But at the same time, an innate sense of pride arises spontaneously, and the light that passes through my life proves my value. Like dust falling into the loneliest corner, it creates a path for the appearance of light. That sense of pride is as strong as when the creator created everything.
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? My sunset also had a happy time. When I was very young, my favorite game to play with my friends was "stepping on the shadows". And the sunset is our best playmate. We can't play if there is no sunset. The more oblique the evening light is, the more we enjoy it. It's just that a magician always plays tricks on us. It's a mottled shadow drawn by maple leaves, and it's also a patchy little song hummed by the river. To say what she looks like, it is most appropriate to describe her with the red cheeks of her first love girl of 16 years old. If you use a poem to describe it, it should be "the sunset is full of water, and the edge color is full of autumn sky." Such a scene, in retrospect, is also very memorable. Only time, from a certain moment on, is doomed to be sealed.
? There are also memories of the sunset, and the smoke from grandpa and the kitchen. How can I put it? I think it should be "forget autumn grass alone, savage plows the sunset." By the way, there is smoke on the stove. The reed stalks on the ground are burning vigorously, and grandpa is weeding the vegetable fields. If accompanied by a faint sunset glow, it seems to be peerless delicious. In countless throbbing nights, I miss loneliness with full food and warm clothes.
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? Turn the title page of memories faster, and your fingers will be a little cold. In the fourth grade, I went to a place far from my hometown to study. There is no laughter, no smoke, and the sunset in the distance is no longer red. Cold and empty, it's obviously a little bigger than an incandescent lamp. After that, I was alone. That young time became a dream trip. There is no reincarnation in this world, but reincarnation is constant. I often fantasize that it would be great if time could cycle.
? Later, the sunset was just the sunset, like a white candle in the world of mortals, which had already seen through the lost fate. In the blink of an eye, the sunset entered my university. I don't want everything to come so quickly. I want to watch it again. It's just that when you have to, everything has to obey the trajectory of fate. I was young and didn't know anything. I never understood that the tears of maple leaves can also wet the sky of youth. The direction of cooking smoke is always towards the earth, towards his grandfather. Waving goodbye in the sunset is the last look.
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? By the time I understood, it was too late. I can only choose to remember and then forget. Strange to say, I really forgot that I obviously had to cry.
? Entering the university, everything is much easier. There is no need to pretend anything, because no one will notice. Missing can finally be written on the face, so can happiness. And the sunset, the sunset in the university is really beautiful, including all the colors of youth. Red enthusiasm, blue vision, purple mystery, colorful fantasy. The sunset in the university is an elegant knight. After suffering, guarding is the next mission. Smiles and tears are collectible.
? For a time, every small weekend, I would go for a walk in Cihu. Every time I go out, I will meet my old friend-sunset. As a poem says, "It's only after the rain that it turns red, and a few soft willows are mixed with smoke." Before the sunset, the love for the sunset was already beyond words. I like that scene best. The sun sets, leaving only a afterglow. The bright horizon, neither too big nor too small, divides the world in two. The sudden squeak filled the twilight with a heavy burden. Next to the unknown tree, it stands straighter than before, facing the sky, and its eyes are full of warmth. I quietly took out my camera and clicked it, and eternity was born at this moment.
? The autumn sunset is not so enthusiastic. But it is not dim, white and red, and Xia Chan's nostalgia. When there is no class, I always like to wander around the campus lawn, where cats and dogs play with each other and enjoy the last sunshine. Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and they should be students rushing to eat. No one will miss this dying sunset. I stood quietly, enjoying the afterglow of the sunset and watching the sunshine disperse bit by bit. Suddenly, my heart was mixed. No matter how beautiful dusk is, it is night after all. Dusk always makes people want to stay. Sunset is the last sunshine before dark and people's last hope.
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? In the dormitory, although we can't see the sun all the year round, we can still see the sunset, otherwise it would be a pity. Standing by the window, the fog gradually climbed up the glass lattice, and the dark red light was blocked by white, just like the famous impressionist painting of 19 century. I just can't appreciate it. I am used to guarding such a quiet time. That forgotten beauty is only half of my memory. After dusk, the day passes, because the sun will light up another world.
The beauty of the sunset lies in its magnificence, a ray of sunset and a world; The beauty of the sunset is also related to its tenderness, a touch of blush and a young man. The most beautiful thing about the sunset is its illusion. The residual light in the dream eats the world, and the afterglow outside the dream urges people to return. Sunset, you should remember that a calm heart hides infinite feelings.
? ? I don't want to think that time can go back. I just want to sleep in the dark, wait for the sunrise the next day, and tell myself quietly that the sunset has finally risen.