Sentences describing "beautiful sunset"

On the horizon in the distance, the sun is about to set, and the sunset glow in the western sky is dancing with colorful scarves. Between the film and the paste, the grass everywhere is coated with a golden yellow. The evening breeze blew, and a bunch of green bristlegrass shook a lyric poem at dusk. Rows of white huts appeared, exquisite as fairy tales and beautiful as dreams.

Time slipped away quietly, and the summer heat followed the sea breeze slowly away. The setting sun gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a soft red lantern hanging on the edge of the sea and sky. Perhaps it was suspended for too long, only to see it slowly sink, and once it touched the sea, it stopped smoothly. It seems that with the support of the sea, it jumps playfully on this huge bed again. The sea has lost its primary color, like a full glass of rose wine, rising drunkenly, overflowing with light and color.

As the sun sets, a cup of tea becomes colorless and tasteless, and dusk gradually rises. Pick a flower, sit in the meditation room, be silent, light a wick, and meditate on the calamus; The cold night is like rain, flapping the lotus leaves. Can I concentrate all my thoughts and pray before the Buddha? Blessing: Qingcheng is safe, pavilions and alleys are singing, and the years are quiet and safe.

At that moment, I traveled all over the ancient garden, picking fragrant flowers, smiling grass and adding new makeup. Qingfeng invited Wen to talk about pen pals, wrote thousands of poems, played chess and calligraphy, drank thousands of pots and watched the drunken sunset. My road twists and turns, through a sheltered depression, cutting love red, cutting green, singing and dancing, quiet and moving.

The autumn sunset is also poetic. The setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon red, and the disc-shaped sunset soon fell on the wall against the clouds, and the black shadow gradually enveloped the earth. Finally, the sun jumped into the mountains like hide-and-seek, and darkness immediately swallowed up the earth. Then, like the light in the daytime, it lit up and broke the short and precious night.

Sunset moon, very sad song. Take away the smile, only the timbre of the guitar is lost for whom in the lonely night wind. Fireworks in the sky burned rainbows and clouds in the sky, but you just left me ... the sorrow of red leaves fell with the wind.

I gave birth to fireworks, but I can't change your face all my life. In fact, we are all the same, laughing for other people's stories, but crying for our own stories. The sunset on the horizon set in a hurry. Before I could smile, people were injured again and again.

Hand in hand, we watched the cherry blossoms and sunset all over the sky. At the end of the sunset, the two accompanying figures disappear at the same time, but they always appear in other people's dreams. I wonder if my pillow of tears can touch your heart.

Years have already smoothed our edges and corners. We laugh at the sunset, at the couple laughing under the tree, and at the three of us walking. We walk in the sunset, and the way out is shallow, just like the black hair on our heads, only shallowly embedded in the white hair. In the final analysis, the ignorance of teenagers, the enthusiasm of teenagers and the depth of middle age are not as good as a kind of love that will accompany you all your life.

The vicissitudes of life have passed, and the beautiful picture has been outlined. It just passes by in a hurry, where there is its shadow. The days gone by are beyond my reach, but the remaining thoughts are gradually blurred. Everything goes wrong, people are melancholy and things are sad. The fireworks of life are more and more gorgeous in the sunset, burning into the arms of the night, completing a noisy passion and ending.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful because it is close to dusk, the meteor is beautiful because it can break the silence of the night in an instant, and the water droplets are crystal clear because they can refract sunlight. Incompleteness is the essence of life and a symbol of time. Accept yourself, relax, tolerate deformity and appreciate it. Finally, we may find that deformity is also a kind of beauty.

Just like the sunshine in the grid, when the sunset ends, break it and lie across the corridor. Now I see these lines: Brothers are blood and tears. Sometimes you are stupid. Sometimes brothers don't have to say it. I know you, you know?

I like the cross suspension bridge full of fallen artists, and I like the rebellious and flamboyant taste in the sunset. Paper after paper of graffiti, I can't tell why there are so many overwhelmed emotions at that age. A humble man was writing a story unknown in the corner, and tears inadvertently cut the makeup line on his face.

That year, you hid in the afterglow of the sunset, smiled gently and said goodbye. I don't know why, but I always feel that you are crying. Later, our contact gradually weakened, and even if we met, we had nothing to say. We are like two intersecting straight lines. After the intersection, we went further and further.

At this time, when the sun is setting, the grassland is covered with a golden silence. The distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow, and the clouds as white as milk turned into red as fire that day. The prodigal son of the grass has ceased, and grazing cattle and sheep are coming from the distant grassland. Only those camels who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin.