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1. The sun sets in the west and the Han River is far away.
Ten miles of scenery smoke and water white, Saga Imperial City purple fog separation. The sound of the flute blows off the wind of the leaves, and the heron flies through the green mountains. The lake waves are woven into a sponge, and the green cover is clustered on the machine.
Chang'an is a rich and beautiful young man, and the horse is purple and fragrant. Who's fair lady in the painting boat, half of the goose yellow makeup. The jade hand folds the flower delicately and weakly, and the flower branch hangs obliquely on the silver filament.
Hesitating to belong to each other across the flowers, talking and laughing a little bit and smelling the aftertaste. The sun is setting in the west, and the Han River is far away, and there is no way to ask for Shuangqiongjue. Wushan is high but dreaming, and you have to put wings.
2. The sun sets.
The sun sets in the west, reflecting the water of the East Lake. Come to find the ancient temple tour, the maple leaves are a few miles in autumn. The knocking mountain ape is frightened, and the Vimarin bird rises. The bell smoked and fell halfway into the fishing boat. Leng Jia Yi is not known, and he is ashamed of himself. Want to hit the tower inscription monument, from the monk begging mountain paper. .
3. The sun sets in the west and flows in the east.
The lonely chaimen grass is new, and the deep clouds and trees are crying in spring. The sun sets in the west and flows in the east, and there is no sand to call the ferryman.
4. The sunset curtain is deep.
The hundred-foot tall building hangs colorful mandarin ducks, and the brocade zither and silver armor are mourning. The sunset curtain is deep, and you can see the boat of the Xijiang River.
The sun sets in the west and the autumn is cloudy, and the old bamboo forest in front of the three-path gate. There is no more shock, and there are no other dreams, and there are many sick and idle. The book of renunciation is abandoned from people, and the poetry of manxing becomes every self-chanting. Recently, Hugh asked about this road, and wanted to put the green sideburns to thank the hairpin. .
Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao.
In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.
The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.
Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island.
Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad.
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Beauty is not abundant, brilliant and embellished.
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1. At this time, the sun gradually turned west, hanging in the sky, like a golden football. The clouds next to the sun are dyed red, and the sky is full of red glow, which is fascinating.
2. The sunset is so generous and selfless to human beings, it is like the hard-working old gardener, watering the flowers of life in the garden all the time; Like the old teacher who did his best, he continued to cultivate the land of knowledge with his spare strength.
3. In the blink of an eye, the sunset hung on the top of the mountain, and he looked at the earth affectionately, reluctant to leave this colorful world. Slowly, he took off a layer of golden-red clothes and draped them over the earth.
4. The clouds around the setting sun have been dyed red in an instant, like a flame burning the clouds. The rays of the setting sun shrouded the sky and covered the earth, and it was beautiful!
5. The sunset is getting lower and lower, the sunset has begun to fade, and I am running wildly on campus, as if I am chasing something, missing something, but it has long been in vain.
6. The floating clouds are close to the glow, the sunset remains elegant and clear, and the dusk under the sunset becomes a beautiful landscape.
7. Next to the setting of the sun, there is still a red glow, the range of the red glow is narrowing, getting darker and darker, there is a pale red, although you can see clearly, but there is no light. As night fell, I headed home.
8. The undulating mountains in the distance are reflected in the sunset, and the tips of the trees are painted with colorful colors, like burning torches.
9. The river is so quiet, the sunset dyes the river red, and under the touch of the evening breeze, the river ripples layer by layer, like a red silk flowing gently. Some of the floating and sinking objects flow slowly eastward with the river.
10. The twilight is dim, the remnant sun is like blood, and the sunset on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-edged sunset.
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A sentence describing the setting sun.
1. The magic brilliance is brilliant, seductive and selfless, and in the glorious bath of beauty, the estrangement in the cold heart is quietly dissolving. In the sky, the flowing glow pouring like a clear spring is lyrical for the sunset, and people are holding their minds in amazement and lingering silently. At this time, the dark night seized the opportunity, and at the moment of Qingshan's hesitation, he dragged the sunset into the valley floor, and everything was immersed in tranquility.
2. The sunset has gradually gone away, on the side of the mountain that is about to go down, I stretch out my arms and want to embrace the sunset, I run in the direction of the sun going down, trying to keep its light, but the sunset is still getting farther and farther away from me, and it is a place where my eyes cannot see it.
3. The sunset and the cold winter contend with each other, and wherever the sun reaches, the brilliance of the ice and snow crystal shines with the sun. The wind, which is always incompatible with the sun, takes the opportunity to ally with the cold winter, and roars and flies away. The trees lost the protection of the sun, shivered, and could only complain when the wind hit.
The animals hide in the nest with interest, and let the two extremes of hot and cold continue to face each other. The air has also lost its freedom and is forced to obey the cold, and the cold winter has separated the friendship between the sun and all things, making them unattainable from each other.
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