About evening copywriting for Moments

Copywriting for Moments in the evening (selected 68 sentences) 1. Dusk is the moment when the sun sets over the night. For some reason, it always seems to give people a feeling of loneliness. Perhaps, behind the dusk, people can always hear the footsteps of the night, gradually approaching, so even though it is gorgeous, it still adds a touch of melancholy to people. When I was young, I loved playing outside at dusk, flying kites on the playground, and walking on the beach. The sunset at that moment was neither dazzling nor scorching, and the temperature was just right. It would not make me sweat, nor would it make me feel stuffy and suffocating. 2. On this spring night, when I wake up alone at midnight, your face flashes in my mind. I think of the purest feelings you ever gave me. Finally you take it back. I have lost the ability to love. 3. Looking down at the town at dusk, it is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown. From the village with smoke curling up, a few barking dogs and roosters can be heard from time to time, as if it is a distant and hazy dream. . 4. The retreating day glows charmingly, melancholy, and brightly with red light, like the blush on the cheeks of a sickly beauty before she dies. 5. The south wind often comes at dusk, and also brings its generous gift of silk rain; the silk rain is soft; the clothes get wet; the silk rain is sad, silent, and speechless; the beauty of the silk rain is both ruthless and affectionate. The poignant picture was suddenly watered by rain. It makes the evening more sad and the beauty more beautiful. And all of this is left unsaid. 6. In the distant sky, there are a few faint clouds, which change in a blink of an eye. The clouds, with their golden sunset glow, were like several giant dragons, playing, rotating, rising and leaping in the air. And I couldn't help but see that small cloud group, like a golden orb, interweaving and rotating among the giant dragons! Gorgeous and spectacular! Dazzling and brilliant! 7. The clouds in the evening, as Grandma Bing Xin said, words are the most useless things in the world, and they cannot describe this ethereal and wonderful scene. No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, allowing people to enjoy the beautiful scenery in their free time and guess the various stories it creates. 8. Dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, before the water vapor evaporated by the sun on the mountains and fields has dissipated. The sun set into the Western Mountain. As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night. But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight. 9. The mountain tops in the setting sun are dignified and majestic. It makes me intoxicated and obsessed with it! 10. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction. This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life. Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, to the east, who is composing a song for whom; to the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by. 11. The sun has set, the hazy twilight stretches from the shore to the lake, and the water changes from blue to iron gray. 12. Twilight is approaching, and the last ray of the setting sun is still caressing the horizon with nostalgia. 13. In the hurried world, there are thousands of appearances and thousands of romances. Who can have the last laugh, who can be on the stage of success, and who can be surrounded by stars like the moon. Worldly things are like chess. Perhaps only by relying on the dusk alone can you decompress your soul and throw away all worries, helplessness and pursuit. Life is like the dusk of the setting sun and the wind, and tomorrow is the dawn of dawn. 14. In the evening, all kinds of strange clouds appeared in the sky. The setting sun adds a mysterious color to it. Some look like a frog prince, with a shining crown on his head. Some are like little white rabbits running, which are illuminated by the sunset. Others are like little flowers saying hello to the sunset. So endearing. 15. The setting sun at dusk is really unique, but those who belong to the dusk are not selfish. This beautiful setting sun also gives its unique time to the sunset, so that the sunset has the sadness of the setting sun and fully reveals the emotions that the dusk should have. Perhaps because of the dedication of the setting sun, the sunset can reveal a little bit of sadness under the cover of its brilliant appearance, giving people infinite contemplation. It also makes the dusk have a unique charm despite the sadness. 16. Dusk comes quietly from outside the distant mountains, and the colors of the mountains change from dark ocher to light green. 17. The dusk has become blurry, and the sky filled with sunset glow has gradually become dull and colorless. 18. The sun went down, leaving behind a piece of gold-like reflection that turned the sky into a rose color. The calm Mediterranean Sea was still glowing with light in the dusk, like a piece of polished and boundless metal. 19. The clouds in the evening change rapidly. The clouds in front of you, which just a moment ago were filled with flowers blooming in the garden, turn into a forest full of birds singing and fragrant flowers in the blink of an eye. It is obviously a galloping horse with four hooves and wind, but before you can fully see it, it turns into a continuous line. The undulating and winding Great Wall? 20. Look, the sun put away its dazzling light and turned into a big golden disc, jumping happily and disappearing behind the Western Mountain. At this time, a large area of ??clouds appeared on the horizon. They had different shapes, some were like horses, some were like mountain peaks, some were like sharks, and some were like crabs. They all looked lifelike and vivid. 21. It’s late at night, and the lights of the small town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting darker and darker, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in a dream. Suzhou, this ancient city, is asleep now. She lay quietly in the embrace of the canal, like a water lily in the silver riverbed.

22. At dusk, the light of the setting sun shining on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves. 23. It is dusk now. The setting sun sets over the mountains, and the lake surface, mixed with scaly waves, looks so soft and lingering. The willow leaves also became silent against this desolate background, and the fish in the water became even more tactful and entangled. I like dusk, not only because of its beautiful pictures, but also because of its connection with sadness. 24. After the rain, on the clean road, under the dim sky, among the dim colors, I feel the smell of earth, smell the fragrance of flowers, and look at the green fields. I feel really happy. At this moment, my heart felt like it was hit by something, knocking off the still-settling dust on it, and suddenly it felt very light. 25. Dusk, with its light steps, comes quietly from the other side of the mountain and from the end of the sky. 26. I think about the spring night. The light moon covers the gauze, and the sky is beautiful. The wind blew across my face and lifted my long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and gentle. I don’t dare to pursue anything deliberately, I just hope that all good beginnings will have a good ending, just like this spring night is long and far away. 27. The setting sun at dusk is really unique, but those who belong to the dusk are not selfish. This beautiful setting sun also gives its unique time to the sunset, so that the sunset has the sadness of the setting sun, and fully expresses the emotions that the dusk should have. Perhaps because of the dedication of the setting sun, the sunset can reveal a little bit of sadness under the cover of its brilliant appearance, giving people infinite contemplation. It also makes the dusk have a unique charm despite the sadness. 28. The retreating day glows charmingly, melancholy and brightly with red light, like the blush on the cheeks of a sick beauty before she dies. 29. After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light. It was bright red, and it seemed as if a steel plate weighing a thousand kilograms was pressed on it, and it gradually fell. Suddenly, the lower part of the sun sank into the dark clouds on the horizon, dyeing the dark clouds into rosewood color. I knew that the sun was about to set, so I looked at it intently. In the blink of an eye, only a small half of the sun's red face was left, and it smiled. He said to us: "Kids, see you tomorrow!" ?After saying that, he shook his head and quickly got into the clouds. Suddenly the sky turned red, as if there was a fire. At this time, not only was the sky red, but I was also dyed red. 30. There are four lions with open mouths on the four corners of the fountain. When they spray water, water will spurt out from their mouths, like four small bridges made of water. There is a large disc in the center of the fountain with several slender pipes in the middle for spraying water. Every morning or evening, this fountain will spray crystal clear water, and the water will make a splashing sound when it falls on the water, as if many happy children have jumped into the water and are swimming happily. 31. The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the corners of the sky red, and the sky and sea blend into each other and shine brightly. 32. When you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers are whispering. Now when you look up again, the pieces of cotton-like white clouds have all turned into "horsetails" and strands are rising towards the sky. Disperse. 33. The shape of clouds and clouds also changes from time to time. Sometimes they are like balls of cotton, sometimes they are like waves on the river. They change so naturally, so quickly, and so strangely. 34. The clouds in the evening, as Grandma Bing Xin said, words are the most useless things in the world, and they cannot describe this ethereal and wonderful scene. No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, allowing people to enjoy the beautiful scenery in their free time and guess the various stories it creates. 35. The setting sun slowly fell down the mountain, and the sky was filled with red clouds, like a goddess dropping a red dress. 36. The evening sun passes through the mountain peaks and is reflected in the water, as if there is a layer of rust on the water! 37. The air in the autumn morning is fresh, without the ostentation of summer and the coldness of winter. In the autumn evening, the sky is filled with purple clouds, which makes people think a lot. The beautiful scenery in front of you turns into a lingering feeling that makes people come and go. 38. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all shrouded in heavy white snow. 39. In the hustle and bustle of the world, there are all kinds of things and affairs. Who can have the last laugh, who can be on the stage of success, and who can be surrounded by stars like the moon. Worldly things are like chess. Perhaps only by relying on the dusk alone can you decompress your soul and throw away all worries, helplessness and pursuit. Life is like the dusk of the setting sun and the wind, and tomorrow is the dawn of dawn. 40. The dusk is beautiful and moving. Among the hurried footsteps and the students, it seems that I am alone leaning against the dusk. I like the remaining warmth of the dusk. I feel the dusk's breath and hear the dusk's gentle whisper to me. , I integrated my body and mind into the dusk, as if I was the setting sun in the dusk, coming and going in a hurry. In the rush, I shouldered my own responsibilities, carried my own dreams, and gave all my glory, but in the end, There is only that little residual light left. In the rush of this world, there is nothing worth cherishing. Only the dream in my heart to reappear the light can support myself. Even if the night comes, there will be no regrets. Regardless of success or failure, the rush of life is in the process. The scenery is like spring rain that nourishes my dry heart. 41. There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with the dishes from various warm dining tables, blending into a special smell. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. It's always warm and peaceful. 42. The scenery in the evening is quiet and beautiful, and the indescribable harmony makes the sunset in June particularly charming.

43. It’s dusk, but the sun still sets late and rises early, occupying most of the night. The night is like paper soaked in oil and turned into a translucent body; it is embraced by the sun and cannot be distinguished. Perhaps it is intoxicated by the sun, so the night after the sunset glow is also tinged with red. 44. Everything lost its shape, first melting into a piece of gray; then it also melted into a piece of pitch black. 45. Dusk is like the cryptic language of our lives, it guides people to understand the peace and indifference of life. The tranquility of dusk is like a beam of starlight, which makes people feel lonely and peaceful. Dusk does not mean sadness. I love dusk, its light, its soft yet hopeful light, the most beautiful way to end the day. 46. ??On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people buy all kinds of things except moon cakes, most of which are for eating. In the evening, the family had a reunion dinner, looking at the darkening sky, hoping that the moon would come out soon. 47. I came to the river pond at the bottom of the slope and watched the beautiful scenery of the summer evening. I saw the sunset burning half of the sky red, reflecting the red water in the pond, and dyeing the entire mountain red. The scope of the glow slowly narrowed, and the color gradually became lighter. Purple-red turned into dark red, dark red turned into pink, and pink turned into light red, and finally disappeared. 48. The clouds in the evening are colorful. The clouds are red for a while, like delicate flowers; for a while, they are blue, like the vast sea; for a while, they are golden, like golden wheat fields. 49. The clouds in the evening, as Grandma Bing Xin said, words are the most useless things in the world, and they cannot describe this ethereal and wonderful scene. No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into a living picture, allowing people to enjoy the beautiful scenery in their free time and guess the various stories it creates. 50. At dusk, the entire colorful grassland was shrouded in the bright sunset and slowly darkened. 51. I believe this is not my only experience: In the evening, you sit under the eaves, watching the sky slowly get dark, feeling lonely and desolate, feeling that your life has been deprived of you. I was a young man at the time, but I was afraid of living like this and growing old. In my opinion, this is more terrible than death. 52. Dusk comes quietly from outside the distant mountains, and the colors of the mountains change from dark ocher to light blue. 53. Some of these clouds are like a group of docile little sheep, grazing on a vast grassland; some are like a mighty big lion, wearing a golden armor under the afterglow of the setting sun, seeming to meet the challenge. Look at the clouds over there, like several giant dragons playing in the sky. Several small clouds among them, like brilliant golden orbs, intertwined and rotated among the giant dragons, gorgeous and spectacular, dazzling and brilliant. What attracts me the most is Huo Shaoyun. It is dressed in fiery red clothes and looks like a fiery red ribbon in the sky. Its fiery red afterglow turned trees, flowers, plants, and small animals into fiery red. Even I turned red. 54. The arrival of dusk is always gloomy, with mist filling the earth, and the dim sunlight giving way to darkness. 55. The autumn clouds are very naughty and beautiful. In the morning, it plays hide-and-seek for us; at noon, it likes to hug Father-in-law Sun, who struggled for a long time before he showed up; in the afternoon, it starts to do magic; in the evening, it puts on makeup and turns into a painted face; at night, it turns into a painted face. , it invited Sister Moon and went to bed. 56. In the evening, several egrets flew in the sky, and their white feathers were really like a bunch of small snowflakes. My grandma and I rode bicycles together to buy vegetables in the fields. We rode on the paths in the fields. The scenery in the distance was so beautiful! Under the setting sun, rows of willow trees stood neatly beside the pond, with long and soft willow branches flying in the wind. The orchard is full of bananas, lychees and other fruits, which are so fruitful that they make people salivate. After grandma finished shopping for groceries, we went home. We were very happy eating the vegetables we just picked from the fields for dinner. 57. I raised my head and looked at the sunset. The sun was like thousands of sharp swords, piercing into my eyes, and my tears flowed out. 58. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction. This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life. Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, to the east, who is composing a song for whom; to the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by. 59. I think about the spring night. The light moon covers the gauze, and the sky is beautiful. The wind blew across my face and lifted my long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and gentle. I don’t dare to pursue anything deliberately, I just hope that all good beginnings will have a good ending, just like this spring night is long and far away. 60. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all shrouded in heavy white snow. 61. The setting sun was replaced by the dawn moon, and the dusk disappeared in silence. Many people think that night and dusk are similar, and night is a continuation of dusk. However, the moon hangs high, and the night covers the ground, which is desolate. There is no special beauty brought by dusk, so the night is only desolate. There is no place to appreciate the emotions of Qi Qi and find a place for separation and sadness to rest. Perhaps because of this, people choose to relieve their sorrows at dusk instead of at night. 62. It’s dusk, but the sun still sets late and rises early, occupying most of the night. The night is like paper soaked in oil and turned into a translucent body; it is embraced by the sun and cannot be distinguished. Perhaps it is intoxicated by the sun, so the night after the sunset glow is also tinged with red.

63. I like autumn because autumn is a bright season and a beautiful season. After several autumn rains, the autumn sky is exceptionally clear and blue. During the day, the white clouds shine with silvery light in the sunshine. In the evening, the entire sky is dyed with brilliant colors by the setting sun. Occasionally, a few birds circle and fly by. , like a master's oil painting, it creates endless imagination. At night, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight makes people feel refreshed. 64. The south wind often comes at dusk, and also brings its generous gifts, the silk rain; the silk rain is soft; the clothes get wet; the silk rain is sad, silent, and speechless; the beauty of the silk rain is both ruthless and affectionate. The poignant picture was suddenly watered by rain. It makes the evening more sad and the beauty more beautiful. And all of this is left unsaid. 65. The night was getting darker, and the setting sun finally couldn't stand the temper of time and fell in the valley. The mountaintop swallowed up the last trace of the afterglow. Looking at the setting sun, I sighed: The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is a short-lived moment. The day changes and the sun and moon cycle. 66. The scene in front of me is quite like a Chinese painting: the melting moonlight, the long river, the porridge-selling boat, the ancient banyan tree with its long beard, the shining ancient cannon, the people playing with fists and sticks, Etan The night is so beautiful, it is the beauty rich in the traditional Chinese nation. 67. Dusk in late autumn always comes very quickly. Before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates, the sun sets in the Western Mountains. As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain. The shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker; gradually blending into the night, But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight. 68. The scene in front of me is quite like a Chinese painting: the melting moonlight, the long river, the porridge-selling boat, the ancient banyan tree with its long beard, the shining ancient cannon, and the people playing with fists and sticks. , the night in Etan is so beautiful, it is the beauty rich in the traditional Chinese nation.