Excellent works describing sunset scenery

Everyone has written a composition in real life or in work and study. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is an excellent composition (4 selected articles) I collected for you, describing the scenery of the sunset. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

1 It's getting dark.

At the top of the dense leaves, there is a little gap, neither too big nor too small. There are bundles of golden light in the gap, which is a bit dazzling and makes people unable to open their eyes. Golden light is close to white, but white is yellow. It is precisely because the light penetrates through the cracks in the leaves that the edges of the leaves are inlaid with red light from a distance.

Although the sky is not as bright as the orange of the sunset, it is still bright, but this is the sunset today. The sky lost its original blue and became brighter. Because it is backlit, when you look at the leaves, the leaves turn black, and the light passes through the cracks and is mottled. It seems to be a dark green cloth with many holes and feels like a flashlight. It's like putting countless spotlights in the leaves and agreeing to turn them on at the same time.

The golden sunshine is hidden in the trees, leaving beautiful colors in the sky. Small pieces of orange are printed in orange, and the edge of orange is pale pink. The red dye is looming in orange, which seems to knock over the red and yellow dye boxes. The sun is still flickering among the trees, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. This sunset will make people forget the troubles and sadness of the day. I seem to watch this charming sunset for a while, but as time goes by, it slowly disappears.

The road darkened and only a short road ahead could be seen. Going forward is endless darkness. People rush home to enjoy the best time of the day.

Night, coming.

Describe the sunset. What is the sunset in your eyes? It is "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." Or "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." Why does the sunset in ancient poetry always give people a sad aesthetic feeling? Incomplete is only part of the beauty of the sunset. The setting sun is warmer than the scorching sun, warmer than the first day, and warmer than the starlight.

Gulangyu Island in Xiamen is a romantic place to enjoy the sunset. Twilight is yellow, the setting sun is like blood, the setting sun of rose gold is shining, and there is a clear afternoon sunshine around it. At this time, it is round, radiant and dreamy. Immaculate clouds are stained with hazy goose yellow, like dimples when babies smile. A ray of light shines into the blue sea, and the fish dance in the sun.

The setting sun generously sprinkled the sun on the quaint houses, and the quiet Xiamen Island became magnificent, as if it were a princess's castle. The afterglow of the sunset still exudes amazing heat, so a warm halo hangs over Gulangyu Island, gently smelling the breath of the sunset with your nose, like the fresh aroma of oranges just peeled off by your mother, and gently permeates this sunset. The last ray of sunshine of the setting sun hit the ground and blended with the yellow desert, glittering.

Night came quietly, and the little star climbed into the glass-colored night sky. The magnificent sunset will be imprinted in my heart forever.

Describe the sunset. I have nothing to do. After dinner, I sat on the balcony with my eyes slightly closed, feeling the coolness of the breeze, which spread all over my body. Suddenly, a bright light opened my eyes. When I open my eyes, it is the sunset that is about to go down the mountain.

"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." When I saw the sunset, this poem jumped out of my mind. What a beautiful sunset! The dazzling orange light shines on the ground, making the ground extremely warm. The sun seems to be holding something precious and sinking bit by bit. Its light is as warm as a mother's hand and touches everything on the earth.

In the sunset, the edges and corners of the mountain seem to be melting, no longer sharp and aggressive, but gentle and gentle, transforming from masculinity to a feminine beauty. Every grass and tree on the mountain also has its unique vitality. The grass stretched lazily and yawned as if to fall asleep; The tree was comfortable and swaying, as if it were ready for the evening darkness.

The fields also changed into gentle smiling faces under the bath of sunset. Green corn stalks grow hard while absorbing enough sunlight, and each tree tries its best to become the highest and best-growing "leader".

In the Woods, one tree grows next to another, which is really a good place to shelter from the wind and rain. The only drawback is that the heart is gloomy. But once it is illuminated by warm light, it looks different. Every tree looks extraordinarily energetic, as if it were infused with soul.

At this time, the mountain has blocked more than half of the sun's face, and the sun sinks rapidly. ...

In fact, this kind of scenery is very common every day, and I turn a blind eye. But calm down and have a look, really don't have a mood. ...

As the old saying goes, "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night". Today, I sat on the boulder in the park and watched the beautiful sunset.

I sat in the park by the lake, waiting for the sun to set. At dusk, the sun in the sky gradually changes from yellow to orange, and then from orange to red.

The beautiful sunset dyed the clouds on the horizon red: some were like the flame clouds from the mouth of a fire dragon, some were like flaming fire lions, opening their mouths to swallow the flames around them, and some were not dyed red in the distance, like a group of angels who stopped fighting, which had a special flavor. The setting sun shines on the leaves on the tree, and the leaves are dyed red and red and green by the sun, just like apples. The tiny light spots cast by the setting sun on the ground and the passing breeze are like a pair of small eyes blinking. The setting sun shines in the water, and the lake is dyed red, just like spreading a layer of looming red silk on the lake, which is heavy and seems to fall.

The sunset has dyed every place red. The sky, trees, water, houses and every inch of land have been dyed red, redder than any kind of red, more beautiful than any kind of red, natural and simple.

The sun sets, geese fly south, and the sun is about to set. I have watched it for half an afternoon, but I still feel dissatisfied, but it will be completely dark soon, so I have to go home reluctantly.

This is the first time that I have observed the sunset so carefully. The sunset turned out to be so beautiful. But what I admire most is his quality.

The sun rises and sets every day, bringing vitality to all things, nourishing all things and making the whole world full of vitality. It has lasted for hundreds of millions of years and has never stopped. She burns her body to nourish the world. Every day when it sets, she uses the sunset to remind mankind that we are afraid of getting lost. Her selfless spirit deserves our admiration, and so should we.

What a beautiful sunset! But as Meng Jiao said, "But how much love has an inch of grass, it will win three spring rays." It feeds us every day. When can we repay her?