How to write a composition in a community at sunset?

For me who just fell in love with photography, there is no better time to photograph the village in the autumn sunset. Autumn, sunset and warm villages all indicate the vastness and eternity of life.

It was in such a dusk that autumn gradually sank in the shadows of trees in the distant sky. I went to a small village and heard that I was very happy there. Maybe it's a kind of fate. A few years ago, I wandered around and stayed in this small village for a while to soothe my broken heart. What a long and comforting time it was. I wake up among crows every day. The warm winter sun has already shone on my wooden window, and the holly tree still covered with green leaves outside the window is set with a dazzling layer of Phnom Penh. The air is filled with the smell of kitchen smoke, and farmers casually carry plows and hoes, and slowly walk to their cultivated fields in the smoke. In the warm afternoon, the old people wore heavy clothes one by one, affectionately pulling their families under the eaves, and the black dog lay obediently beside them, dozing off and dreaming his own dreams. A naughty kitten looked up in surprise and watched the flower hen "giggle" on the branch. There is no wind, only bare branches are quietly reaching into the blue sky, and the running water of time has quietly passed away.

Like all suburban villages, with the continuous expansion of the city, this small village with superior geographical position was quickly planned into the territory of the city. Soon, the villagers who "work at sunrise and rest at sunset" took off their clothes with a smile and brought almost nothing. There is no need for cooking smoke, moonlight, farm tools, barking dogs or even land in the city. They dream of their own city with peace of mind.

The afterglow of the sunset gently stroked the village, stroking every tree, every meadow, and every neat house, reluctant to leave.