600 words of scenery composition for the eighth day of junior high school: morning light and sunset

An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening.

Buried in the coming night, for all his glory, to see the sun.

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The first ray of sunshine in the morning finally comes from the dazzling sunset. Chenxi Yu is the beginning, and the sunset is the end of the vast world.

Dawn-the messenger of a new day, mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers, slowly drifts in the air. Gently uncover the light brown silk sand that covers the earth from the east, gently awaken the sleeping life, and make the world look brand-new and bright in an instant. Pushing open the classroom window, the spring-like morning light flows into the small window, which is clear and bright. The sunlight is gently sprayed in every corner of the classroom through the thin fog and light fresh air, which has a pleasing feeling. Looking into the distance, the autumn wind blew, and the golden sunshine fell from the dense branches and leaves beside the sidewalk, and the ground shook and shattered. The soft morning light, like Dan Qing's skillful hands, paints everything with bright colors ... The morning light is the first ray of sunshine in the world, which not only brings people sunshine, but also brings people hope.

The setting sun is soft but not weak. In the face of its fate of being swallowed up by the night, it did not feel depressed or panicked. But to accumulate strength bit by bit and leave this world with a bright smile before leaving. Its smile is pure, brilliant and magnificent, without a trace of sadness. Even the last sunset does not change its smile at all.

When the sun sets, think about it carefully. My day flies. The last ray of red light in the darkness looks so ferocious, and the black image haunts my mind like fog. What makes my heart tremble and laugh is that the rising sun awakens the darkness and revives the earth with the morning light full of vitality. As the sun sets, the fiery afterglow is weak and brilliant. Pay attention to the taste, my life is under the scorching sun, but before I can fully allow the passing morning light, the yellow halo is slowly coming ... who should I tell about my inner generosity? Who should I ask for more light and give it to more people? I really don't know if I understand the most meaningful answer or if I am stupid ... Maybe, I am the profound answer!

Look at the morning light and the sunset at dusk.