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After a busy day, I sat quietly in a daze on the balcony, dragging my tired body, quietly heading for dusk, and the evening breeze blew slowly, leaving a trace of coolness. But you can't burn the balcony where the sun burns your hair. It's getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer birds, leaving a string of birds in the sky. After a day's work, the sun also took off his work clothes, and it was no longer so dazzling. Sun, who has put on new clothes, has also become soft and lovely. To be honest, the sun really chooses colors. You see the clothes she is wearing are much more beautiful. Red is the most beautiful color in the flame layer. The yellow and ripe oranges have just been picked, and the oranges are screaming in the trees. Against such a beautiful color, a quiet cheek is arched. She seems to be watched by others, walking quietly, looking so light. At this time, I don't know who was playing a prank. The ink scattered high on her gorgeous clothes made her clothes more spotted, as if she had been thrown into a mud pit. At this time, she is as shy as a girl, blushing like a ripe persimmon. Maybe she was embarrassed to cover that half of her face with white gauze. After a long time, maybe she felt that it was useless to do so, and she came out timidly and looked so shy. Then she thought of 36 plans-to do the best thing and be tactful! Obviously, it seems to be much faster than before, and then she floated to the top of the mountain and died blushing. The sky looks deserted. Looking around again, she appeared on the horizon again, hey! The sunset and the above are like two different people. When we look closer, it turns out to be a silvery moon. It's dark, and it looks so silent all around.

Translation:

After a busy day, I dragged my tired body and sat on the balcony in a daze. Evening came quietly, and the evening breeze blew slowly, leaving a trace of coolness. But I can't get a balcony, and I'm burnt by the sun. It's getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer birds, leaving only a string of birds in the sky. After a day's work, the sun also took off his work clothes and became less dazzling. The sun in new clothes also becomes gentle, elegant and lovely. To tell the truth, the sun is really good at picking colors. Look at the beautiful clothes she is wearing. Red is the most beautiful color in the flame layer. The yellow one is a ripe orange that has just been picked from the tree. Such beautiful colors set off a quiet face. She seems to be watched by others, quietly moving her steps, so light.

At this time, I don't know who is playing a prank. I spilled ink on her noble and gorgeous clothes, which made her clothes mottled as if she had fallen into a mud pit. At this time, she was as shy as a little girl and blushed like a ripe persimmon. Maybe she was embarrassed and covered half her face with white gauze. After a long time, maybe she felt that it was useless to do so, and she came out timidly and looked so shy. So she thought of 36 strategies-walking is the best policy, slipping! Obviously much faster than before, and then her reddish face disappeared on the hill. The sky is empty. Look at the sky again, she appeared again, alas! How different from the previous sunset, a closer look shows that it is a silver moon.

It's dark, but it looks quiet around.

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