Describe the evening scenery and describe the beautiful evening environment

I stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, the sky in the west was dyed red by the sunset, the mountains in the distance were also painted red, and even the villages at the foot of the mountain were immersed in red, and the curling smoke seemed to change color ......Oh, what a beautiful picture of natural scenery.

1. The earth is already asleep, except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two, and the deserted streets are silent.

2. When the sunset burns half of the sky, some people on the beach are swimming, some are collecting shells, and some are laughing to their heart's content, so the joy here is like the waves of the sea.

3. The dark and dreary night seems to be smeared on the sky with boundless thick ink, and there is not even the glimmer of the stars.

Description of the evening view:

1. The sun is sinking below the horizon.

Burning clouds in the sky.

Gradually, it returned to whiteness, like the wings of an angel.

2. The evening sky is not gloomy, but has a bright blue, and the mountains are dyed with a thin layer of red under the illumination of the setting sun.

3. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red, and also inlaid them with sparkling lace, and these white clouds became the sunset of roses for a while.

4. Another sunset. The sun gradually sets from the sky, rendering the entire sky. It is either purple and slightly dyed, or red like fire, or orange like a maple leaf, beautiful and spectacular.

5. A trace of melancholy, a few touches of sadness, sunset and dusk. Warm a pot of wine, and in the winter twilight, put your heart into Yaoqin.

Singing and playing a song gradually dusk, inextricably linked, a little bit of desolation.

6. The dusk of the avenue is a different kind of intoxication, like a song suitable for singing loudly, like a large glass of bubbling beer with ice cubes.

1.The street lights flickered on and off at night, illuminating whose loneliness it was.

2.The lights of the nightclub flickered brightly, and it was a drunken dream.

3.Guarding the silent night, I am extraordinarily awake In such a cold night of early spring, my mind floats, like walking in the notes of life, allowing it to immerse itself in that innocence, that indifference, abandoning the noise and triviality of the day, and listening to the silent extension of the heart in the silent night.

4.The moonlight at night is as tender as water, shining on it is gentle and lonely.

5.The daytime sun is dazzling, shining on the blood of love.

6.Standing alone in the window at night, looking at the other side by the railing, there seems to be a touch of fireworks lit up, although I can't see the gorgeous scene clearly, but at this time I feel like a beautiful mood like fireworks accompanying me.

7.The wind was blowing outside the window, and I quietly watched the newly transplanted peach blossoms on the balcony outside the window, quietly blooming under the watery moonlight. That faint fragrance of flowers will linger in my life forever.

8.The night is as cool as water, and the dawn moon is broken and hangs on the skylight; Fireflies break their wings, and the candlelight washes away the emotional wounds.

9.The wind, blowing away the night chapter, gently embracing the floating clouds, slowly moving forward in the dark night sky, my tide of thoughts through the clouds, a glance at the quiet desert of fertile mountains and rivers, a glimpse of the quiet and indifferent blue water soft waves.

10.It turns out that my heart still hurts after waking up from a dream, and on this youthful night, I swayed my loneliness into a night of silence.

11.Alone on the balcony, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the moon, the night sky is not dotted with stars, losing his noble temperament, and looking a little lonely.

12.The boundless moonlight quietly crosses your brow, reflecting a lonely and lonely figure.

13.At the beginning of early summer, the twilight rain is slightly cool, the wind blows the flowers and thin, and the shadows are not paired, and I write again and again in the ink-stained night, but I can't say or write.

14.The evening breeze of the night rain has the desolation of arriving early, when the dust is drunk and stepping on the snow, when the fragility is dyed into a rainbow, when the lovesickness of the heart confesses with tears, a lot of nostalgia is a silent song, a single cycle of a thought, stepping into the fragrance, but there is no warmth of the season.

15.How many long cold nights, you stupidly look at the starry dome, the thin moonlight, the hazy smile you pretend to be calm during the day, you really want to take the moonlight into your arms, fill the emptiness in your heart, but only see the lonely Chang'e Shu Sleeves.

16.The miserable white moon bends, hooking the past, the night is too long, condensed into frost, who is in the attic cold despair.

17.In front of the window, the water is cold and smoked, the green gauze hides the smiling face, the night is dark, the flowers are sleepless, leaning on the railing, the thoughts spread, and the sound of the piano scatters the warm incense case.

18.With a soft sigh, it fell into the moonlight and dissipated into the night.

19.Wandering people will always shed tears quietly one day and night, telling their suffering.

1. I miss thousands of threads, and the maple leaves are sweet in the sky. With your sunny day, with your night with the moon, with you sleep with a smile, because of you are happy. At this moment I would like to say:

Honey, I miss you. The night of the seventh, the night of mine.

2. The clear light of the moon flows like water in the fields. The thin mist floats like a veil, and the surroundings are hazy, making people feel as if they have stepped into a dreamlike world.

3. The night came quietly, like a dense net over the canopy.

4. At this time, it is the time of sunset, the grassland is shrouded in golden silence, the mountains in the distance are clothed in the colorful clothes of the sunset, and the white clouds like milk on the horizon have also become bright red like fire, and the "forest of birds and flowers" ......It seems to immerse you in the world of imagination, the sea of fantasy, and the incomparable colors of art. What an evening cloud that magnifies the sky, sets off the birds, penetrates the heart, shocks the vision, and exuberates the imagination!

5. The scene in front of me is quite like a Chinese painting: the dissolving moonlight, the leisurely river, the small boat selling porridge, the ancient banyan with the "long beard" lightly, the ancient cannon shining in the cold light, and the people playing with the sticks ......Ah, the night of Etan, it is so beautiful, it is rich in the beauty of the Chinese national tradition.

6. Twilight is like a big gray net, quietly scattering down, enveloping the whole earth.