Beautiful sentences describing the sunset

1, slowly, slowly the sun is close to the horizon. The sky is as red as fire. On the other hand, like a shy little girl playing hide-and-seek with me, hiding behind Mother Earth. There are big faces, half faces and small faces ... getting smaller and smaller. Gradually out of sight in the sun, leaving only a touch of light. I was attracted by the scenery in front of me and stood there staring at the place where the sun disappeared.

2. Who alarmed her? I looked back and saw a red sun slipping slowly, which dyed the western sky red. Oh, it's sunset. Look, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become extremely happy. Sometimes they sit together and pour out their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, self-appreciating ... I can see that they are in a good mood and their faces are red and golden.

Sunset brings beauty of hope and beauty of sadness. Su Shi said that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. Our life is a cycle of sunrise and sunset. We will encounter success and failure; We will win, and we are not sure; There will be a time to see sunflowers blooming brilliantly, and there will also be a time to harvest a weed. Sunset teaches us to be sad at the right time and then look at the world more clearly.

The red sun hangs in the western sky, surrounded by a large cloud. Clouds blocked the sun from setting, so their tired faces flushed. The sun can't set for this, only those who are ashamed can make the night longer and the weather cooler. The other clouds are very happy, stretch, put on the whitest clothes, in pairs, you push me around to the horizon, and then quietly look down at the blue sky.

At first, the sun hung on the horizon like a big fireball. It took off its golden gauze and lost its dazzling light. Like a child playing with leather, tired of playing, he lazily threw himself into the arms of Mother Earth. Half the sky is dyed red, and mountains and rivers are dyed red. Even the aunts who rode home in a hurry were covered with red gauze. The river has changed color, half red and half green. I am addicted to this beautiful scenery and can't help chanting: a setting sun is spreading in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red. ...

6. It's a pity that beautiful things are just a flash in the pan. At this time, the sun only showed half of a shy little girl's face, which was blocked by "Mother Dashan", but her face was still as red as a ripe apple. After a while, the sun really went down, but there was a small corner around the mountain. Soon, night falls, on the ground.