The rest of the summer

The people in the afterglow were hurried, and the fleeing teenagers were worried.

Someone always asks me why there is a sunset, why the sunset is so pure beauty, like the moon, it reveals a faint sadness. Why is it that what is good in the hearts of young people is always covered with sadness.

It may be because "Xiao looks at the sky and the clouds, and thinks about the king and thinks about the king." "But the young people are not like the talents of the ancient country, they do not understand the deep affection for the homeland, the homeland, and the deceased, they only know that after the grand sunrise and sunset, there will be traces of their own, and they can feel the sadness of being left behind.

I went to see the sunrise and sunset that belonged to me, and I found a position facing east and tied a small nest. I sat down here, and the sunset in the sky became more and more red, and the fir tree that was against it became as dark as a silhouette and gradually became an appendage of the sunset in the eyes of others.

It is like a stage in the sky, interpreting the clouds rising and falling, changing in a thousand ways. Like a touch of rouge, a faint stroke in the sky, probably painted by the famous hands of the Tang Dynasty, there is no thick car pen and ink, but a few strokes, but it is a pity for travelers. Even if it is a thousand gold, it is impossible to get a touch of collection.

Just as the sun was about to set, the Tindall effect appeared. That's what the ancients called Buddha's light. A wisp of light came out of the interwoven clouds, and I didn't expect it to appear, and I was probably extremely lucky that when it appeared, the sunset could only be reduced to a curtain.

But he was not stingy, it gave all the brilliance on the beach, and the fir was gilded with golden light under this light. Only the red sun is slowly falling.

I fell asleep groggy and I had a dream.

In the dream is the boundless light, the rouge sunset. It was the sea that was drowning in the lack of oxygen, and it was the time when I was breathless. But there is light in dreams, and the stars on the sea fall like pedestrians, the sea, the fir trees, and my eyes. ”

The setting sun escapes the dark sea, the inky wolves lapped at the beach, and the fishing boats that had just returned at night docked quietly at the small wooden dock. I walked toward the sea, and it slapped my feet and the cloth-length cloth fish I sat on the waves.