1, dusk will end, who is the destination of peace. As the sun sets, who will walk hand in hand with whom to the end of the world.

2. At dusk in the sunset, I look back from time to time, wearing sunset red, writing the shadow of poetic dusk, and feeling the true meaning of life.

It's dusk, and the sunset has dyed the whole sky red, and your blood is like this sunset.

The afterglow of the sunset dyed the horizon red, and the colors of the sky and the sea blended together, shining with dazzling light.

5, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, and the sea and sky are red. Everyone was intoxicated, flushed and affectionate.

6, warm a pot of wine, in the winter dusk, put your heart into the lyre, singing and playing a piece of twilight, inextricably linked, bit by bit sad.

7. Time goes forward and the years pass. 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 is like waking up from a dream and suddenly finding that it is already dawn.

8. The sunset is near dusk, leaving the sunset glow red. In the twilight, things enter dusk.

9. Sunset and dusk. A red sun hung on a thin branch. Clear and bright as water. That red color dyed the clouds in the west. Winter nights are surprisingly cold, but they are warm and beautiful because of the sunshine.

10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. I have loved the sunset for many years, just that kind of silly love; It's like a young girl meeting a long-cherished prince. I can't say why, perhaps because when we see the sunset that refuses to fall, there is always a little bit of melancholy about the dying hero. Young people are for their dreams.