The beauty of the sunset can sometimes not be described in words.
In the sky, the beautiful Danhong and the distant Zhu Xia opened up a beautiful scenery. Like brocade. The whole sky is purple and red, colorful, very beautiful and spectacular.
The colors of the sunset are colorful, almost all the colorful colors are smeared on the sky, crimson, bright, intense, orange, golden... Sometimes the sky is burned into red orange, sometimes it is crystal clear, sometimes it is elegant and fresh. Like a beautiful picture.
Sometimes I fantasize that such a beautiful sunset is not a beautiful picture given to us by God.
I have seen the sunset many times, and only a few times can shock people. Sometimes, the colors of the sunset are not strong enough, sometimes not bright enough, sometimes not gorgeous enough. When I met the red sky, I was very excited. It is said that the late earthquake of the grassland is very magnificent and has not yet had a chance to appreciate it.
Every day, the brilliant shadows are colorful, and it is the most unique time of the day, short but brilliant. When the sunset disappears, it is not the night that is coming, but the birth of a new dawn.
The ancients wrote a lot of poems about the sunset, and they liked Wang Wei's "Qingfeng Drunken Sunset" the most, a drunken word, which made people infinitely intoxicated and yearning. Let's indulge in the sunset for a while and admire only its beauty.