Who has some beautiful passages?

In order to watch the sunrise, I often wake up early. It was not yet dawn, and it was very silent, except for the sound of the machines in the ship.

The sky was still a light blue, very shallow, very shallow. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the landlord who met the sky and water. The range of the red glow slowly expands, getting brighter and brighter. I knew the sun was going to rise from the horizon, so I looked there without turning my eyes.

Sure enough, after a while, in that place appeared the little half of the sun's face, very red, but not bright. The sun seemed to be carrying some kind of burden, slowly, vertically and vertically, and rose vigorously. In the end, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, and the color was so lovely red.

In an instant, the crimson round thing shone brightly, making people's eyes hurt. The cloud next to it suddenly took on a brilliance.

Sometimes the sun hides in the clouds, and the sunlight shines directly on the water through the cracks in the clouds, and it is difficult to distinguish ** is water, ** is the sky, only a brilliant light is seen.

Sometimes there are black clouds in the sky, and the clouds are still very thick. The sun rises, and man does not see it. Its light gave the black clouds a glowing golden edge.

Later, the sun slowly came out of the encirclement and appeared in the sky, dyeing the clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds, and sea water, but also myself became bright.

Isn't that a great spectacle?

Sunrise over the sea] Before dawn, my dad and I went to see the sunrise over the sea. The sky was gray, and there was a cool mist all around. A cool sea breeze swept in my face, ruffling my black hair.

The white flowers gently kissed my little feet, bringing me warmth. I wandered anxiously, waiting for the sunrise over the sea. I don't know how much time passed, but the sky seemed to light up a little.

As far as the eye can see, the eastern sky is slightly orange-yellow. Over time, the orange-yellow color spreads and becomes more and more intense, and the water meets the sky to become purple. Oh, it's the sun coming out!

Gradually, the sun poked out of his forehead, and his forehead was red, but there was no light. It seemed to be very heavy, and it was rising from the surface of the sea little by little. Slowly, vertically and vertically.

The sun is rising vigorously. Finally, it jumped out of the sea as if relieved, and its whole face was red and lovely. In an instant, it emitted a dazzling light, a strong sunlight that made people unable to open their eyes.

The clouds next to it are also gilded.

Grab a handful of ashes, and in every handful there is my despair.

There's your back in every tear.

When the fog is foggy, you step into the vast, and I walk towards the vast.

Acacia is light years long. Look back again.

Looking back, it's a dry sea, it's a fossil, it's a misty white miasma.

Every parting begins with an encounter.

The clouds only open for one summer day, and the rainbows only stand for one dusk.

Lotus only red for a summer, for you.

When the summer dies, all you lotus are martyred.

Xia is dying, Zhen Zhen, this is the last time.

A shower of rain that beats on your umbrella is sad.

Which window, tomorrow morning, which window.

You're in that windy window, with small, cold hands.

Comb so long and so long black sorrow?

"Tips" in the afterglow

Zhu Ziqing, "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" and "Spring".

Yu Dafu's "Autumn in the Old Capital".