Prose about watching the sunset over a lake

I approach you gently, not wanting to disturb the sunset over the lake. I hold you in my arms and embellish your beauty with my most affectionate singing. I have been watching, watching the lake dyed red by the sunset. That is the best time for you to wait for me.

I have a habit of disdain for the morning glow, but have a special liking for the sunset. Whether it's spring and autumn or winter or summer, it's always the same. Think about it, although the morning glow is the representative of new power, it always feels like it is fleeting and fleeting. The sunset gives people a hazy mood of gentleness, tenderness and shyness. I have seen many famous mountains and wonders, but I always feel that there is something missing. The charming night view of Shengzhong Lake is never as attractive as the sunset.

Embracing Zhonghu Lake again is like returning to my hometown after a long absence. Yes, that is my second hometown. People say that Pinellia longs for your return, but I return in the hot midsummer, return to your arms and feel your heartbeat.

There is a beautiful scenery appearing beside you, and a picture is sketched in front of your eyes. The lines are gentle and extended, and the ink is clear and bright. The surface of the lake is slightly rippled and sparkling. The green mountains protect the quiet lake, and the setting sun shines on the green mountains and smeared on the face of the lake. Like a virtuoso who is about to perform on stage, or a girl who is about to rush to a party, her face is red and she is twitching shyly.

The clouds in the sky are flowing and busy. They are busy going away and returning home. The boat at the bottom of the lake is also moving, paddling toward the shore, approaching its destination for the night. Under a row of willow trees, I quietly felt the comfort brought by the lake and mountains, and quietly felt the coolness brought by the soft evening breeze. The boat raised its sail and started fishing at night, and also played "Fishing Boats Sing Evening". The night has not yet completely fallen, and I want to stay in this fairyland for a while longer. The sound of the flute is crisp and clear, and the mandarin ducks enter the nest. The lakes and mountains are all dyed crimson with the setting sun, and the sky is covered with green. After a whole day of excitement, An Xiyang came holding An Jing's hand. Standing by the lake, staring from afar and high, you can't see the end of the sunset. It's like a dream, but extremely sober. Even if the warm residual heat hits you, it will appear exciting and exciting. The green lake surrounded by mountains is completely immersed in the caress of the sunset. The boat is hidden in the distance, but the sound of the flute becomes more melodious. A thin layer of white mist has risen over the mountains outside the setting sun. It is the mosquito net in autumn and winter that has been hung up in this midsummer. I gently spread the green branches and leaves, hoping to block the interference of the world outside and the lingering sounds of nature. It's a pity that it's too far from the sunset and not close to the lake. The outside world has already entered the lakeside, lying in the arms of the lake and listening to the heartbeat. Linked by five islands, Pengzhan is in the middle of the lake. The water under the armpit is full of aura. Beauty comes from nature, truth comes from the mind. A few cranes flew across the lake, heading to the small island in the middle of the lake and to the place where the boat had been stationed.

A kind of leisurely and refreshing mood, walking by the lake, the willow silk dances softly, the lake waves slap on the bottom shore, there are a few small fish swimming in the shallows, sometimes jumping up, sometimes diving deeply. With a hoe on his shoulder and a straw hat holding up the sunset, he came to the lake shore. The hoe was placed horizontally on the grass, and the sound of washing water frightened the fish, and they jumped across, splashing water in circles. The thin figure floating in the lake is a little crimson and has some wrinkles and deformation.

I stood behind him, waiting for him to finish washing his hands. Maybe he needs a sip of water, maybe he needs a cigarette more, and I can only light a cigarette for him. The cigarette burns quietly by the lake. I don’t know if it eliminates his fatigue, or I don’t know if I can give him a cigarette. What kind of sigh does it bring? He sat by the lake, smoking a cigarette peacefully, looking straight across the lake, where the beautiful scenery of the island in the middle of the lake and the surrounding mountains spread out by the sunset. I couldn't help but sigh:

"What a beautiful Shengzhong Lake!"

Seeing that I was so surprised, he turned around and stood up and said: I often see this kind of scenery!

I believe he is telling the truth, and I believe even more that he goes home with the setting sun every day. Perhaps what he likes most is not the midsummer and the fragrant green lotus, but the golden harvest of autumn.

I don’t want to speculate too much about his thoughts. His thoughts may be all on the mulberry branches and green fruits beside Shengzhong Lake, a garden of vegetables, a field of strawberries, a mountain of chickens, a nest of honey... Regrettably, I didn’t see his boat, let alone his fishing net. And besides wanting to be quiet, he might just want to watch the sunset.

I didn’t want to disturb him, but in the end he left silently. The cigarette butts were still smoking on the ground, and the hoe and straw hat covered him with the sunset. I took a long breath, facing the lake and the lake island, my heart rippled with the lake waves.

The setting sun also lowered its eyebrows, and the green hills gradually changed color, from red to yellow, from yellow to black. When the sunset completely fell asleep, I was still walking in the small path. I want to keep watching the sunset and the beautiful picture of Shengzhong Lake. There were some sounds of nature coming from the other side of the lake, and some brilliant lights coming from the distance of the city. The lights of Shengzhong Lake Hotel and the houses in the middle of the mountain alternated and embraced the sparkling lake. Carrying a hoe and wearing a straw hat, he went to the middle of the mountain, but I wandered around the lake, and finally went to the direction where the sunset left. I can’t keep the sunset, but I can search for it and watch it, once and for all my life...