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Does anyone look forward to the hazy beauty of the first night in winter?

The autumn sun shines obliquely, the shadows of the trees pave the ground, go outside the community, and walk along the streets covered with autumn leaves. The flowers and trees on the side of the road have long faded away, and the branches of the trees hang from the crumbling leaves, which are whistling in the wind.

The setting sun was already hanging in mid-air, shining on the window as if plated with a layer of gold.

The sun's shadow gradually tilted to the west, and the warm sunset passed through the window, casting a dappled light and shadow on the floor of the house, smudging into a brilliant color, accompanied by laughter, doubly warm.

At night, with twinkling lights, colorful neon lights, and glowing buildings, the city is like a jewelry box that sparkles in the night.

Looking at the street slowly dimming, the lights are extinguished, the colors of all things gradually fade, and all the scenes become hazy and unclear.

The sunset at the end of the western sky is like a paint poured into the sky and the sea, dyeing the original blue sky into a rose and gold brocade.

Everything is draped in a dreamlike color, and the houses and trees are inlaid with a golden edge of light.

Does anyone look forward to the hazy beauty of the first night in winter?

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