Afterglow

The sea was as far as the eye could see, and the waves were approaching and the waves were thickening. The sand and stones on the shore are wet, and the light from the shadows is also wet. Wen yun is half gorgeous and half heavy, just like a steady ink painting. Sough wind head on, I happened to hit a full of sunset.

There was no ship in sight, the hazy coastline was out of reach, the ripples were slight, and the sea was as clear and cool as fresh laundry. The air met the setting sun, the heat was awakened, rolled and chased, and all was thrown into the mirror of the sea, and in a moment the bottomless sea was hot, so generous and vigorous, so vast and bright.

I had never seen the sea before. My vision was trapped, and I could only chase the aurora through the roots of fantasy. The expectation of the sea, like a split seed, is doomed to one day in xiaohan. My passion is no different from the passion of the sea.

More pleasantly surprised is with the setting sun accidentally met, it is like a fire plate, like a beacon, I stared at it, it also stared at me, focused on the eyes gathered into a group of fire, scorching my eyes. The clouds retreated, the setting sun dispelled the obstacles, as hidden in the dark yan flowers, finally broke away from the shackles, revealing the beauty, yu Hui jumps, Xiaguang reflects red.

Perhaps anticipating the departure, the sea wailed, aggrieved like a child about to leave home, and the water became more intense, each drop of water a sentimental, interwoven, played a symphony orchestra.

Slowly, dark shapes began to emerge, like a nightmare at the bottom of a valley. Xu is the distant peaks, greedily with a downpour, waiting for the setting sun trance of the moment, one swallowed it, quick and hurried, like a lark to eat general skilled. After being engulfed, the setting sun is still struggling to send light, but the light and shadow lost the spirit, after all, or dust. Oblique sun, in the eyes of the farewell, hidden in between the peaks. We all saw it come to an end.

Suddenly the light fades, the darkness capers, the shadows of the trees sway, the waves are silenced, and the whole world is darkened by the waning day. Had I not seen the desolation with my own eyes, I would never have believed that the bright sun alone held up the whole day. It must be scarred.

Light is the nature of all things, lost the sun, I will panic to find other light, the shore lights are dazzling, but because of my ignorance covered with a layer of mystery, lifted the head, exclaim that the moon has been hanging. The sun is one eye of the sky, the moon is the other eye of the sky, the day dies, the night remains, the sky is the sophist of time, time passes, day passes, everything is put in order.

The wandering loneliness swelled to the point where it almost flew off the ground.

Having seen the sunset, listening to the ocean, dancing in the wind, reciting poems in the clouds, when everything is calm, I miss the most is still indifferent to my hometown. Big sound, big love invisible, the most gorgeous sunset turned out to be the daily silent farewell.