Liu summarized the main contents of sunrise.

Climbing the mountain to watch the sunrise has attracted me since I was a child.

The sunset glow has the beauty of sunset glow, and ancient poets have left many beautiful poems in this respect, such as "The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the long river sets the yen", "The rising sun falls, A?vagho?a" and the wind is rustling ",but no matter how good it is, there is always a feeling of bleak. It's better to climb the steep cliff of Qifeng, or stand at the top of Haiyan, face the diffuse sky, observe the scene of a great birth in an instant, and see how fire, heat, life and light come to the world together. But for a long time, I didn't have a chance to watch the sunrise, so I could only enjoy it from books.

Heine once described the scene of watching the sunrise from the broken peak in the Travel Notes of Mount Hart:

We watched without saying a word, and the crimson ball rose in the horizon, and a hazy winter light spread. The mountains seem to be floating in a sea of white waves, and only the peaks are clearly visible, making people think that they are standing on a hill. In the middle of the flooded plain, only pieces of dry soil are exposed here or there.

Turgenev, who is good at observing natural scenery, gave an incisive description of Hidesaku on the Russian Yuan Ye:

..... When the sun rises in the morning, it doesn't roll up the fire cloud of the whole day, and it is surrounded by a faint rose morning light. The sun, not violent, not as hot as it is on a suffocating dry day, nor as deep purple as it was before the storm, but with the bright and soft first ray of awn, faintly floated from behind a long and narrow cloud, appeared and then hid in the faint purple fog around. On both sides of the highest point where the clouds extend, they glow like small snakes: as bright as dazzling silver. But, look! Jumping column moved forward again, with solemn joy, flying, holding a round of Asahi. ……

However, the rising of the sun, like a new thing in life, is not easy to be seen at the moment of its initial germination. If you see it, you must climb high, see far and have a keen eye. From my personal experience, the opportunity to watch the sunrise has come to me several times, and it will come true soon.

Once in India. We started from Madrid, passed through Mumbai, Hyderabad, Bangalore and Cochin, and finally arrived in Kuifanton. Then along the road with dense coconut trees, you can drive for three hours to Komori Point, the southernmost tip of India. This is a famous place to watch the sunrise. Because from here to the South Pole, it is an endless green ocean with no land in the middle. Therefore, this cape became the first messenger to meet the sun. It is not difficult for people to imagine how spectacular the majestic sky and boundless sea are, rising from the night before dawn and lighting the first torch. We are only here to watch the sunrise. However, after listening to the waves all night, I woke up in the morning, but the east was covered with a gray cloud. At this time, the sea breeze blew our skirts. A roll of spray patted our feet and made a gentle sound, as if sorry for us.

Another time was to climb Huangshan Mountain. It is also a good place to watch the sunrise. Because the lion forest in Huangshan has a peak. Unfortunately, people's eyesight is not so good. Otherwise, overlooking Jiangsu and Zhejiang from here, heading for the sea is also counted. This kind of terrain, as long as you look at the Huangshan spring water, how to directly discharge Xin' an River and Fuchun River like an unrestrained white dragon, and enter the sea through Qiantang, it will be clear at a glance. When I arrived at Huangshan Mountain and started climbing the mountain, birds and flowers were singing and the weather was fine. I listened to the weather forecast and said that there would be no change for two or three days. Unexpectedly, I met the same experience as Xu Xiake: "When the fog reaches the lion forest, the thicker the wind ..." I only listened to the wind and rain all night, but of course I didn't see the sunrise.

However, I saw the most magnificent sunrise. However, this is not at the top of the mountain, nor at the seaside, but at the high altitude of Wan Ren where "Tu-104" flew. Now that I think about it, I can't help but marvel at this fantastic scenery. It was at the moment when I was unprepared and a little surprised that the universe showed its unparalleled brilliance and richness to my eyes. This attracted my mind and made my eyes red. That was August 24th, 1958. I flew from Moscow to Tashkent. At the airport, the night is heavy and the sky is full of stars. At 3: 40, I took off, flew into the air and looked down. I saw a lot of lights in Moscow shining like hundreds of millions of tiny diamonds in the dark velvet night. It is like a narrow dark red belt with a cold blue morning light and a bright morning star hanging high above it. The plane has been flying upwards, rising higher and higher, and I don't know how many clouds it has passed, far away from the dark ground. The plane seems to be afraid of waking the sleeping people. The motor sound is particularly soft and the wings are smooth. At this time, the red belt is slowly expanding, like a red cloud and a red sea. Dark red light shines, it spreads to the sky, lifts the night sky farther and farther, and reflects them into red. What's next? However, it is as dark and boundless as the vast continent. This is an alternating moment in the morning and evening. Black seems very powerful at first glance, but in the blink of an eye, the cold morning light turns into magnetic blue light. The original Red Sea was surrounded by piles of dark blue clouds. At this time, a miracle was born. Suddenly, a thin parabola rose from the dark blue clouds. The line is bright red, shining with golden light, like a boiling solution, and then it rushes up like a rocket. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that this was the moment when generate emerged from the night sky in the bright daytime. Then several redder and brighter fragments flashed through several dark blue clouds. I was surprised at first. I wonder what this is. Look again, several small pieces break through the clouds, closely connected, merged and jumped out. So the sun came out. Its crystal lamp is dazzling, the fire is generally bright red and the fire is generally strong. Unconsciously, all the shadows are immediately illuminated by it. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the wings of the plane were red, the windows were red, and the faces of every sleeper in the cabin were red. At this time, everything is very quiet, very quiet. The whole universe is as gentle and quiet as a mother who just gave birth to a baby, full of freshness and happiness. Looking down again, the clouds roll away like a gray torrent, in order to sprinkle light on the earth and make the whole world shine. I fell asleep in the soft chair. When we woke up, our plane was flat, smooth and free, sailing eastward. At dawn, all kinds of red, gray, black and blue are gone, only the sky is blue, and some clouds in the sky are shining silver, like children's smiling faces. At this time, I forgot that I was happy to see the wonders of the sunrise, but with joy, I entered a solemn thinking and realized the most beautiful and profound meaning of the poem "We are the sun at six o'clock in the morning".