Composition of sunset

In our study, work and life, we always contact or use compositions, which can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). Still at a loss for composition? The following is the sunset composition I arranged for you. Welcome to share.

Everyone likes watching the sunrise, but I'm different. I like watching the sunset, because it is the most charming time of the sun.

At five o'clock at night. The sun hasn't set yet. At this time, the sun is like a flame raging in Yan 'an. Hanging in mid-air by wires on telephone poles. He sparkled in the clear river, as if someone had put a lot of gold into the water. Ah, shining on the green tree seems to be coated with paint. Many clouds painted the sunset with beautiful red light. The red light of white clouds and some dark clouds later turned into clouds of other colors, including gold, semi-purple, semi-yellow and red, which was particularly beautiful.

At about six o'clock, at the end of the sunset, it seemed that Mars had hit the earth. At this time, the clouds illuminated by the sunset are varied, such as lions, big dogs and camels, which are particularly eye-catching.

At seven o'clock, the sun will set. It's getting dark. The setting sun dedicated the last afterglow of the setting sun to the world.

When it all fell, I was still in a daze, because the sunset was so beautiful that the clouds were illuminated in various colors. It took me a long time to recover. I reluctantly left the roof and bid farewell to the sunset. I feel that I have a broad mind and can accommodate everything in the world. What gave me this feeling? It's sunset! It is the sunset that makes me open-minded! The sunset is really hard to forget.

The gift of sunset composition 2 lies not in quantity, not in luxury, but in sincerity and feelings.

As teenagers in the 2 1 century, our lives have been occupied by mobile phones, computers, televisions, toys and games. At the same time, we ignore the best gift from nature.

From sunrise to sunset, from burning clouds to the cover of night, every shot is the most beautiful enjoyment given by nature.

"One photo in a hundred days, the cloud opens itself." Look, a fish-belly grey appears on the horizon. Slowly, parallel lines emerged from the sun, just like a shy girl with a veil. After a while, the reddish color deepened and became wider and wider, making the nearby clouds shine. At this time, the eastern sky is getting redder and redder, as if it were a thick fire, which is spreading and expanding. Just then, a corner of the red silk curtain-like horizon opened, and a beautiful arc appeared, which rose forward with a little force, just like the red woven hot iron that had just been smelted, emitting strong light, tearing the surrounding red silk into pieces, and the sun rose.

"The sun sets in the west, and the pillow is under the east window." Look, the playful Miss Sun is going home again, but even so, she won't forget to shine at the last moment of the stage. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and a crimson sunset glow shines on the western hills. The vast white clouds floating in the blue sky, under the reflection of the setting sun, present a flame-like purples, reflecting the beautiful sunset and falling quietly.

"Dongfeng night flowers thousands of trees. It is even more blowing, and the stars are like rain. " Looking up at the starry moonlit sky, it seems that a little star rain is within reach, and the bright moon is even more quiet and elegant. The long night under the starlight and moonlight is more feminine, and the noisy world is relaxed at this moment.

Nature has given us everything and the most beautiful gift.

Composition of Sunset 3 On Saturday afternoon, in order to watch the sunset, I arranged everything early and walked to Dongshan around 5 o'clock.

At this time, the sun has set in the west, and the earth, houses and treetops are all bright. Looking up at the sun, I saw an aperture, which radiated dazzling light and made people's eyes ache. This aperture is as bright as Nezha's ring of fire.

I walked and watched the sun for a while. Unconsciously, I came to Dongshantou.

The brightness of the sun's aperture is weakened, less dazzling, and gradually turns yellow. In the blink of an eye, this round thing turned golden. Gradually, gradually, it turned red again. At this time, I seem to see seven colors spinning, and the sun seems to be spinning, sometimes green, sometimes purple, sometimes red, sometimes yellow … colorful, very beautiful!

At this time, the sun is like a big fireball, and the clouds beside it are dyed red. The red sunset glow is as bright and beautiful as a girl's clothes. Huh? Why is the sun missing a corner? Oh, so it's falling slowly. At this time, the sun seems to be a volcano, and a cloud just covers half its waist. It is very special in shape, like a small river flowing. There is a mountain by the river, and a farmer's uncle is farming there. ...

When I woke up from my reverie and went to see the sun, it was almost covered by the whole cloud, leaving only half of my face, slowly, slowly, and finally disappeared behind the cloud. ...

On the roadside, there is Xia Hong, but the scope of Xia Hong is gradually narrowing and getting darker. It's deep red. Although I can see clearly, there is no light. night falls ...

The composition of sunset 4 Sunset is like blood.

After school on Saturday, my parents went to socialize and I was alone. Not long after I got home, I couldn't bear the loneliness and slipped out for some air. The sunset at dusk is particularly beautiful. The streets in the evening are very lively, and the afterglow of the sunset casts a golden veil on everyone's face. Even if the weather is very cold, I still sit quietly on the bench on the street and enjoy the sunset in the cold wind, which is residual beauty.

I took a sip of my drink and suddenly saw an old man staring at me. Perhaps, he is also enjoying this beautiful night. I didn't think much about it either.

Half an hour has passed, and the old man seems to be still looking at me. He seems to have gathered all his strength and thought for a long time before coming. "Can you ... give me this ... bottle?" He held out his hands and looked up, but he never dared to look at me.

What a face this is! The weather-beaten vicissitudes of life, time and tide wait for no man, left one trace after another on that face, with white hair like frost and dry eyes revealing a kind of sadness and helplessness I have never seen before. Perhaps the burden of life, perhaps too much suffering, ruthlessly bent his back. The golden sunset shone on him, and a cold wind blew. I looked at him as if I were looking at a dead tree tottering in the wind, and my heart was very sad.

"He waited by my side for half an hour just for the bottle in my hand ..." I felt uneasy. I didn't say anything, maybe I was afraid to say it and face it. I silently handed him the bottle and turned away, afraid to look at him again.

Heaven and earth are all golden, which seems to be stronger than before. The sunset slowly sets, which is a sad moment. ...

An old man at dusk should enjoy family happiness with his children and grandchildren at this moment. He should walk the last journey of his life carefree and get people's love and filial piety for his family. Because, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

Care for a sunset, care for every old man. No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will be dark after all, and everyone will die one day. Care and cherish every old man around you, and don't wait until you lose them to regret it infinitely.

Take care of a sunset with a love.

At night, I carefully fiddled with my flowers and plants on the balcony and inadvertently looked up and saw the beautiful sunset outside the window! I was infected by it and excitedly came to a relatively flat lawn in the community to enjoy it.

What a beautiful sunset! Red, red is so wonderful: bright red, crimson, dark red, orange red, vermilion, red is not monotonous, I'm afraid only a painter can describe so much red!

The sunset dyed the whole world red, the old man's hair and beard were dyed red, and the children's little faces were dyed red. Its red light is everywhere, giving the whole world peace and harmony! In a blink of an eye, there are many people around me, and everyone may be infected! Some people are sitting in chairs, others are sitting on the grass, enjoying this wonderful moment.

Pieces of white and flawless clouds have been dyed as auspicious clouds at the moment, dancing in the air, giving people infinite memories and reverie, making the earth and people happy and peaceful!

The setting sun soon set and finally disappeared on the horizon. It's getting dark and the street lamp is on. The whole world is quiet except for a few insects occasionally. A few birds were shocked by me, flapping their wings and flying away, leaving a few camphor trees standing alone, without any vitality during the day, adding a little melancholy and desolation to the night sky.

The beauty of the sunset is deeply imprinted on my mind. Although the beautiful sunset is a long night, it summons the dawn of tomorrow and gives us hope and strength. Although not as vigorous as the noon sun, it will turn into an undercurrent to push us forward!

Except Chaoyang ...

At dusk, I carefully fiddled with my flowers and plants on the balcony and inadvertently looked up and saw the beautiful sunset outside the window! I was infected by it and excitedly came to a relatively flat lawn in the community to enjoy it.

What a beautiful sunset! Red, red is so wonderful: bright red, crimson, dark red, orange red, vermilion, red is not monotonous, I'm afraid only a painter can describe so much red!

The sunset dyed the whole world red, the old man's hair and beard were dyed red, and the children's little faces were dyed red. Its red light is everywhere, giving the whole world peace and harmony! In a blink of an eye, there are many people around me, and everyone may be infected! Some people are sitting in chairs, others are sitting on the grass, enjoying this wonderful moment.

Pieces of white and flawless clouds have been dyed as auspicious clouds at the moment, dancing in the air, giving people infinite memories and reverie, making the earth and people happy and peaceful!

The setting sun soon set and finally disappeared on the horizon. It's getting dark and the street lamp is on. The whole world is quiet except for a few insects occasionally. A few birds were startled by me, flapping their wings and flying away, leaving a few camphor trees standing there alone, without any vitality during the day, adding a little melancholy and desolation to the night sky.

The beauty of the sunset is deeply imprinted on my mind. Although the beautiful sunset is a long night, it summons the dawn of tomorrow and gives us hope and strength. Although not as vigorous as the noon sun, it will turn into an undercurrent to push us forward!

Except Chaoyang ...

The composition of the sunset 7 sunset glow shines on the bonsai on the balcony, so cold-it's just a bunch of sunshine! Quiet, so lonely. No one seems to care about the sunset, so she has to praise her thoughtfulness and attract others' attention. In the final analysis, it was all in vain. She felt that the short ten minutes he needed to stand guard a day was very long.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, and birds and beasts return to their nests. The sunset was silent, and she, the sunset, was always so depressed. What a pity this beautiful skirt is! She exclaimed. That voice, in loneliness, is like crying and resentment, like resentment and hate. The sky was reflected by her, and the clouds and her eyes were red and swollen like rouge after crying. Some people climb mountains, only pay attention to the slightly red shadow, appreciate the mottled and broken sun, but forget her. She is not important. In this world, someone will definitely like her! As a result, she struggled to float in the sky when the sun was setting and the stars were shining, and her heart was full of longing. Four seasons, year after year, she still ignored it, and she was a little disappointed. The vast universe is watching poor her. But she is still persistent and charming. Even when all is silent, she hangs calmly on the horizon with a new heart of hope. He never flinches, never hides, just waits. ...

The setting sun lingers alone on the horizon, making people feel creepy and shivering with fear. Finally, her eyes were gloomy and helpless, and tears rained down. Suddenly, she dived to the bottom of the mountain and didn't appear for several days. Night enveloped the world. After so many years of ups and downs, she endured sleepiness and brought harmony and beauty to the world in a short time. She is willing to hide in the mountains all the time, instead of being attacked by loneliness and playing boring games! Her heart is like a knife, and she can't stand this lifeless beauty any more! However, the world made her want to stay, and she climbed to the top of the mountain quietly a few minutes before sunset. After all, gold will shine, and a poet is influenced by her, so she is famous for the poet's understatement-"Seeing the sun is glorious."

She smiled like a naive child. After sunset, she left alone-but with a smile.

Composition of Sunset 8 Spring leaves quietly with a burst of summer rain, and the hot and happy summer comes to me with the sunshine. There are lush trees on the roadside, and cicadas are also preparing for the singing at night. And my favorite summer is not a lively day, nor a dark night, but a bright and quiet sunset.

I came to a hillside and watched the sunset in the distance. I can't help holding my breath-the sunset is coming!

At first, the sun only set for a few minutes, but slowly, with the passage of time, the sun gradually took off its golden shell and put on a crimson and steady red garment. In that case, it seems that from an energetic young monarch, he suddenly became a calm and respected old man.

Look! How brilliant his brilliance is, turning the originally dull clouds around him into fiery red. It seems that the dull sky is "sweet" because of the fiery sunset. In an instant, it can be said that the "sheep" in the distance suddenly became a brave "lion"; See also a box of "candy" not far away suddenly added a few pieces of "red chocolate". ...

The summer sunset is calm and cheerful, always almost perfect. He is not as miserable as Qiu; Not as cold and heartless as winter; Nor is it as naive and weak as spring. ...

Thinking, thinking, I couldn't help but look at the sky again. I saw only half of the sunset glow in the sky, but the clouds were more gorgeous. Yes! She doesn't have the melancholy of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". Because, even if she sinks, she will give the world the last light. Let people enjoy this beautiful scenery for a while, this is my harvest this time!

Enjoy the sunset glow in summer and enjoy the harvest of the sunset glow.

In the evening, I went out for a walk, and a beam of sunshine shone on my face. I looked up at the sky, ah! What a beautiful sunset! It opens its arms to people and coats plants and animals with gold.

The setting sun seems unwilling to let people see its efforts and beautiful face, and keeps stabbing people's eyes with a "sword". I can't stand it, so I have to lower my head and rub my eyes for a while before I look.

After a while, I looked at the sunset glow again, and I saw that the color of the cloud was constantly changing, from rosewood to lily, pear yellow and eggplant, which was so varied and lifelike that it could change from eggplant color to pear yellow in the blink of an eye.

The shape of clouds is also unpredictable. It looks like an elegant fairy, waving beautiful sleeves and dancing. It is like a lively and lovely rabbit, with its mouth open, as if calling for its mother. Time is like a wave on the river, surging.

After a while, the dazzling light of the sun disappeared, turned red and shot into the dark clouds, as if the dark clouds were going to fight with the sun. Not to be outdone, the sun radiates all the light and gilts the dark clouds. I knew that the solar energy was going down the mountain, so I looked at it motionless. The sun slowly set on the hillside, the setting sun disappeared, but the sky was red, as if on fire. At this time, not only the sky is red, but even I have turned red.

This is really "the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night"!

I like watching the sunset very much. At dusk, I always like to walk to the front door. In the soft afterglow of the sunset, I quietly looked at the sunset and let it prolong the shadow behind me and my endless thoughts.

The setting sun is indeed infinitely good, gathering the bright light during the day, fading the heat at noon, and showing a kind of softness like water in the silence at night. The evening breeze blows gently, the branches sway slowly, and the world is shrouded in a quiet and warm atmosphere under the kiss of the sunset. Sunset in this rebeccalu, like a shy girl, blushing, slowly and calmly walked to the back of the mountain.

The sunset is about to disappear completely. Just as I was sighing for its tenderness, a magnificent side appeared: (1) An incomparable glow appeared on the international stage, and the sky was suddenly dyed into a gorgeous sunset glow. A colorful brocade spread on the horizon, like a can of overturned paint, splashed on the canvas of the sky, which made people secretly admire. All the energy broke out at the last minute, and at that time, everything was dyed golden, as if everything between heaven and earth had merged into the last glory of the sunset.

The setting sun is soft but not weak. In the face of its fate that it will eventually be swallowed up by the night, it is not depressed or panicked. But accumulated strength bit by bit and left this world with a bright smile before leaving. Its smile is pure and beautiful, magnificent without a trace of sadness. And for this last beauty, what reason do we have to be depressed, sad and sad? It seems that I feel like a strong man who never bows his head and tells you the true meaning of life.

The sunset is completely hidden behind the mountain, but there is still a long-lasting Xia Hong on the horizon, just like my long-lasting yearning.

The composition of the sunset 1 1 The sun is no longer dazzling, it begins to fall like a mature orange. In the changing face of the sky, the sun moves from the top of the branch to the edge of the trunk against the faint outline of the mountain peak. In the cold wind, the bare branches seem to sprout new hope in the afterglow of the sunset. The campus was dyed orange, which made it very quiet. After a day's work, the sunset is tired and attached, leaving its sky with great sadness and no longer shining for the earth. At the moment, it is so beautiful. It's getting darker and darker around, only mottled shadows. The setting sun goes from round to half, from half to bow, until it completely falls into the mountain and never looks back. ...

I, just a person standing quietly on the playground, watching the sunshine slip by in front of my eyes, feeling inexplicably disappointed: one day is fleeting, how much time do we have? If the sun rises again tomorrow, how many things must we do? Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there? The sun is eternal, but we only have a limited life. Time slips away quietly, but we can't catch it. Just like the sunset, we can only watch it disappear, but it can't be redeemed. There may be many plans in my heart, but the hope is still so elusive. No matter how hard I try, time still waves goodbye mercilessly.

However, at the moment, the campus is so gentle, everything is so short ... The sun sets and tears flow quietly.

Composition of Sunset 12 That autumn, I went to my grandmother's house, that beautiful country.

That night, while my parents were not looking, my sister took me to the foot of the opposite mountain and said to me, "Go! Climb up to see the sunset! "

About a quarter of an hour later! We climbed to the top of the mountain. Sitting on the fallen leaves, with the gentle wind, my heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and my usual troubles roared away with the autumn wind.

A bright red sun shines softly in the sky, shining on the world, and he is falling slowly.

At this time, the sun is not as full of vitality and hope as it was when it first appeared. He is like an old man, unknown. Weak, inconvenient to move, all supported by continuous clouds, maybe he didn't know that he was about to quit this sky and give it to the dark night.

But he seemed to know, but he still slipped silently under the horizon.

He is trying to emit dim light, with the fire of dying life, emitting light. The sun! What the hell are you doing?

He didn't hear my inner call, and tried to complete his mission and shine on the world.

I was fascinated at once, but I forgot that there would be a moment when he would leave this wonderful world.

In the blink of an eye, he fell behind the horizon, and the sky changed from bright water blue to dark blue. A bright moon has risen and blended into the beautiful blue sky.

The sun took away its traces as if it had never existed.

When my sister and I came down from the mountain, I looked at the sky. Although he has disappeared, I know he will make a magnificent appearance again tomorrow.

Composition of Sunset 13 One evening in summer, the sun set. The golden sunset sprinkled on the earth, coating everything with a thin layer of gold.

In the Woods, the cool breeze slowly makes people forget the heat in summer and feel refreshed. Lush trees form handfuls of green umbrellas. All kinds of birds stand on the branches and sing. Unknown wildflowers are blooming everywhere on the grass, and colorful butterflies are flying among the flowers. How beautiful!

A little shepherd boy, about six or seven years old, came riding a ox. He is wearing a hat, his round face looks dignified and strong, and his big black eyes keep turning around. He is very clever. It sits barefoot on the cow's back, pulling the cow's rope in one hand and touching the piccolo at the waist in the other. Cattle are walking slowly in the forest. When the little shepherd boy saw the beautiful scenery in the forest, he suddenly forgot the fatigue of the day and sang folk songs happily.

The bird stopped singing and looked down at this special "little singer" curiously. The forest was quiet, only the loud voice of the little shepherd boy echoed in the forest.

Suddenly, the little shepherd boy's eyes lit up. The song came to an abrupt end, only to see it lightly jump down from the cow's back and stop. "Cicada-Cicada-"It looked up in the branches and leaves. Ah! I found it! It turned out to be cicada singing. The little shepherd boy climbed under the tree, stood on tiptoe and looked at it with wide eyes. The cicada has not realized that the danger is approaching it step by step.

When the poet Yuan Mei saw this scene, he could not help but be attracted by this clever and lovely little shepherd boy, full of poetry, and wrote this eternal swan song: "The shepherd boy rode an ox and sang loudly. I tried to catch cicadas and suddenly closed my mouth. "

Composition of the sunset 14 There are several white clouds floating in the sky, which are more lively and lovely in the embrace of the blue sky, as if playing in the embrace of the blue sky mother. After finishing my homework, I feel that there is nothing to do, so I want to carefully observe the sunset in Shenzhen.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is still blue, but the white clouds have turned pale yellow and scattered in the sky as if they had been cut. Sometimes you can see some complete "big brothers". Those clouds are big and thick, but if you don't look carefully, it's hard to see them, because they are fast and will soon disappear!

After four o'clock, it officially entered the sunset. The sky turns yellow, the sun turns red, and its bottom is close to the mountain. At this time, the back of the sun sprayed some colorful ribbons, including red, yellow, blue and green ... Many beautiful colors were reflected in the blue sky, as if to bid farewell to the sun, wishing him to get up early and go to bed early every day.

At five or six o'clock, the sun showed some sharp corners as if to see us off. Mother Tian put on red clothes, danced with white clouds and bid farewell to the sun. Everything in the world is boiling.

At seven o'clock, the sun went down and it was dark. Only a little white clouds can be seen, but the light of the sun and the blue sky seems to twinkle in the sky.

Sunset in Shenzhen, a mysterious word, has always been a topic of interest to me!

The composition of the sunset 15 people are old and young, and the sun will seize the day.

Some people think that Chaoyang is a young girl and sunset is an old man in his eighties. But I don't think so. Just like a game, the process is very important, but if there is no result of winning or losing, what is the point of the game?

The sunset is like a flame burning to the end, except for a finished oil painting and a lyric poem written to the end. They seem meaningless, but the fire at the end is stronger, the paintings all year round are more beautiful, and the poems at the end are more passionate.

In the evening, the sun went down. The children came back from school, one step at a time, walking on their way home. They danced with the fiery wheat fields, discussed today's praise with the thatched cottages on the roadside, and painted the world with a touch of red together with the returning sun, adding to the longing for tomorrow. Sketch a warm scene.

I sat at home, looking at the sky outside, watching, watching and falling in. "Eat!" Mom pushed the door open and said to me in a daze. I just came to my senses and found that the sunset had gone away, leaving only darkness.

Maybe this is really the end of the story.

"What are you thinking?" Mother's face showed some doubts. "Nothing, I am distracted." Mom knew that I didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask much, just invited me to dinner. Before the dinner table, my mother saw that I was unhappy. She always brought me food and said, "Eat more, eat more." "This is very good. Give it a try. " "Is it salty? Do you want to drink water? " ..... a very common sentence, but my heart is mixed with many emotions, perhaps happiness.

I see, although the sun has set, something else will take its place. Sunset is the end of the story, yes, but isn't this the beginning of a new story? It shoulders the mission of awakening the dawn, it carries the pigments that color the next day, and it records the trivia of the day.

The stars in the sky seem to be infected by the sunset, blinking at the performance of the lights. Under the light and shadow, there are some people who love life, dancing square dance, yangko and singing. ...

I love the sunset, but I love people who understand life more.