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The beautiful scenery of the sunset is setting, the earth is bathed in the colorful glow of the afterglow, people stroll on the street in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows a burst of fragrant flowers and trees, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and feels that the sunset is infinitely good.

A touch of crimson sunset shines on the western mountain, and the clear blue sky is floated with large white clouds, which show a flame-like red under the glow of the setting sun, if you look closely, you will see the clouds fluttering in the air, like a dream like a light veil, which will keep you away from the troubles of trouble.

The pond fish returns to the abyss, the smoke is called, and the guest travels at the same time. The soft sound of the sunset kissing the ground separates day and night. So the tired birds who threw themselves into the forest returned to ...... like the poems burned by the poet, carrying the blood flame of the setting sun

A refreshing night breeze blew in the face, as if all worries and fatigue were put aside, and every tense nerve in the body was gradually relieved; The surface of the river wrinkled by the wind rippled with layers of ripples, refracting the crimson glow, like a river of red agate, shining; The small bamboo forest in the distance shone with a green and faint light, gently shaking the bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the wind blew the rustling sound of the leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky chased, teased, and tore at the clouds.

Looking down further, a small river - Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the red halo of the sunset add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful shadow of bamboo and the magnificent light of sunset make Xiaobeijiang doubly intimate in people's minds; A few small fishing boats returned home, cutting a sparkling streak of water on the surface of the river.

Sometimes the birds flew through the air, and sometimes I could hear the crisp and melodious chirping of the magpies, and then I woke up from my twilight dream.

The sun had set, and the burning sunset had gradually dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, the last touch of sunset in the western sky has melted into the dark twilight, the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding mountains, showing a blue and white outline, the twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic and confused.

This is like the end of a symphony, very beautiful, but gradually returned to silence and silence, causing endless sighs in people's hearts, paving a touching and heartfelt poetry to the dusk of the campus: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A remnant sun spreads in the water, half a river is sorrowful and half a river is red" is its mature charm; "Heavy evening love in the world" sets off its quiet ......

Gradually, gradually, night fell, and I still had the intoxicating twilight in my mind, and the beautiful and mesmerizing scene attracted me deeply: my eyes, my spirit, my thoughts, ......I was all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "twilight picture", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself.

With a reluctant heart, I took heavy steps and quietly left the boundary ...... this dusk

Guilin tour Guilin landscape is the best in the world, good. The delicate mountains and rippling water are indeed rare in the world.

At this moment, I am sitting on the boat, moving backwards with the mountains, slowly moving forward with the breeze and the rippling water.

On both sides of the river are mountains, some tall, some steep, some steep, some gentle. Although these mountains do not have the danger of Huashan Mountain and the beauty of Jinwu Mountain, they have a unique feeling of indescribable beauty. Maybe it's because it's surrounded by mountains.

The mountains are close to each other, although they are close, but they look very loose, although they are numerous, but they seem to follow a certain law, although they are ordinary, but countless ordinary mountains are connected together, and they are extraordinary. Coupled with the water flowing in the mountains, it seems to be in a poetic painting.

The water is clear and turbulent, with a whirlpool or two popping up every now and then. As the boat moves forward, one or several ripples will rise on the surface of the water, slowly moving forward. Sometimes you can see fish swimming in the water, but that's just for a moment.

These seem to be ordinary, but they add a few lines of vitality to this big picture, so that the beauty of movement and the beauty of stillness are combined. No matter what it is, when it is alive, it will be the most beautiful.

The wind is refreshing, coming and going, and there are faint gusts of blowing. The cool wind will always blow away too much stuffiness, irritability, and thoughts on the body. Sometimes it will also cause water waves.

It is really "the breeze blows on the face, and the water waves are not happy". The wind is not very big, nor is it very small, and his size is just right, giving people the feeling of "blowing the willow wind". The wind was not very cold, but it was cool.

He gives people a cool feeling and makes people forget where they are now.

Whether it's from a distance or from a distance. Whether it's looking at a large picture, or a very small detail. Whether it is the overlap of dozens of mountains, or the shaking of a tree in the mountains, or the shape of a stone.

Whether it is the endless flow of the river, or the occasional whirlpool on the water, or the fish that emerge from the water in an instant, it all gives people a beautiful feeling.

Such mountains, such water, such wind, and such scenery squeezed into the eye sockets at the same time, it is indeed overwhelming. Every scene, no matter where it is, always feels fresh. It is refreshing to see the mountains of different shapes, with their ups and downs.

Seeing the water surface is spacious, and the faint waves are rippling, it will open your mind. In the face of the scenery, do you need to say more and do more? Enjoy!

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated like a dream, like a dream, as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.