Emotional choice 1:
Contact after sunset
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At dusk, the setting sun shines obliquely, adjacent to Acacia River.
The setting sun, with a faint afterglow, is as delicate as the wind and as bright as the sky. Spread out your palm, the residual glow is meager, just like the eye-catching expectation and commitment before you leave!
The west wind blew in from the window and dyed the tangled vines on the courtyard wall red. The wildflowers along the nameless road are swaying with the wind. Occasionally, I saw birds passing by and landing in the depths of dense trees. The rosy clouds rendered by the sunset kiss the trance-like thoughts, just like the boat returning at dusk, rocking, rocking and chasing you away leisurely!
Outside the lonely sunset, I am worried, pick up a quiet corner and meditate alone!
If Ren Chun paints and engraves into the depths of his soul and washes it at any time, it will always leave a stain, shallow and faint, just like joy and sadness on the way. As time goes by, like touching Wei Yun in a distant mountain, it seems to be seamless. Inadvertently, you will jump out and crush that meager pleasure!
The wind is everywhere, permeated with a slight drunkenness. Mood, with the occasional scattered leaves floating, some memories of the past surging sunset time. Like a movie clip, it is clear, but it becomes blurred, faded and disappeared in an instant.
Looking back, the mountain is far away, and the past is like smoke, and I want to get it back. I still remember watching seagulls flying in pairs on the sea and stepping on sand waves. The bridge under the willow tree has already overflowed with memories and flew over the ends of the earth with you!
Warm colors are harmonious, and the clouds on the horizon gradually fade away. Dusk quietly arrival in interest-free, a sunset, wantonly dirty the world! Imagine yourself wearing an elegant and elegant dance skirt, radiant and gilded. As soon as I put it on, I want to climb Qiongyu!
The sigh in the sunset always looks back affectionately-it once warmed the cold of my flowers; I have also pitied the ebb and flow of the tide and the rolling of the waves; According to the chapter echo * * *; It has also been engraved in light wine, yellow flowers, lonely geese, phoenix trees and whispers! (Write to your best friend)
I can't bear to disturb a couple under the mottled tree shadow. I am so intoxicated with the lingering breath! I made a detour, and when I looked back, I remembered the lush years before, drifting away under the general flow of water!
Now, the sun is setting, the evening is still the same, and a warm sun shines for a long time. I just don't know if the years will find the spirit of warm spring and dance lightly to dusk when they are stationed in a certain dusk. Sighing is just a long thought, and dusk is near late!
As a popular song, this night is full of meaning. Who said that tree rings are poems? They have long been haggard by acacia, and the dusk is picturesque, but they are missed and spread their wings, enriching the wings of the sky and dyeing the western hills red. I don't know at this time, at dusk elsewhere, is there a jade person who teaches you to play Xiao? Who are the spring flowers in the city delivering elegant fragrance to?
I want to say that it is late at night, and the weather at the turn of spring and summer is unbearable. It turns out that it's not the temperature that makes the moment so long, just! Just because I miss you at this time, I have to deal with tomorrow's panic!
Just holding the prosperity like a chardonnay skirt, my thoughts are like scattered snowflakes, covering the past temperature. Just pick up Mingli and throw Shenbao on the skirt! Thin flying flowers under the scorching sun can't bear such worries!
In this warm dusk, take care of the warm sun in front of the window, pick a phoenix flower, break the messy emotions into words, and slowly sway in the crisp light and the shadow of the shade outside the window! Feel the rain and zero wind, the dusk is like a poem, thinking of you who don't know where you are!
Before you know it, the years have passed. In the year of no doubt, there is no madness, but you still cling to the truth in your heart. You still meet your people devoutly after dusk, listen and scratch your petals!
I will still pick up some scattered sentences and make a migration for the past! With the worries of the wind and rain, I fell on my brow and condensed into sadness, making a difficult migration for the past! Ruolan is fragrant in the hot sun, filled with elegant sadness.
The sun is flowing, and we feel old at dusk. We won't rush on those exquisite racetracks, we will start wandering around those nostalgic colors again and again. Perhaps, feeling self-existence or richness requires some aftertaste chewing; Perhaps, existence needs to put down its undue weight, just like the natural rotation and revolution of the sun, let the days go back and forth in peace, write about yourself in the dusk, see the society and enjoy life!
On the road of life, every day and night, with the company of nature, living in the breeze, is not a self-swimming. You arrived as promised, and I smiled and stared at you affectionately, driving away the fatigue on your shoulders. The fiery seeds we planted in early spring have sprouted in this dusk. At the edge of the leaves at every moment, we need moving tears to moisten those painful curls or moisten the years! (A good story about the moon)
Make a pot of tea for you and enjoy a leisurely evening. It turns out that when I go to dusk, I am more eager to enrich my spiritual home, carry my bags of perception on my back, and only hold that peace of mind and indifference in my smile after many years.
The morning bell is in a hurry, and Sanskrit baptizes human lead; The sun is ashamed and tired, dripping with the astringency of ironing youth; Near dusk, the idea of annual rings sublimates when it is gentle! So, I want to say that lovers dream only after dusk.
Emotional choice 2:
Contact after sunset
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Idle and bored, he also put down the books he had spent all afternoon, got up and said hello to his sister who was watching TV, and went out.
Some people say that the sunset is the saddest time of the day, which falls at the bottom and brings the most unforgettable shadow in memory. If one day, you drift across a bamboo forest full of memories, you may see a girl looking up at the sky and humming a nursery rhyme, that's me.
Are you used to looking up at the clouds in the sky at dusk?
Standing in the dusk, my body seems to be covered with a shallow and indelible afterglow, warm and light.
Walking at a slow pace, repeating the countless times I walked in school as a child, as if looking for something lost. (Lin Qingxuan)
In the reservoir beside the highway, the sunset in the western sky lightly sprinkled a layer of crimson gauze, which caged this day, this place, this water and every plant and tree in this mountain in a bright and brilliant light. Clouds floating in the sky cast a graceful shadow on the water. Dry and slightly hot wind swept the water plants and swaying curtain songs, accompanied by lingering insects, and became a painting, but there was something indelible in the bright picture.
I looked up slightly absently, and the corner of my eye was puzzled by the sunset glow. My eyes met the tulle fishing boat in breaking the surface, and gradually approached. A figure on the bow stood in the glow of the flying mountain, which was particularly distinctive, but there was no sense of disobedience. I can't help but think of the poem in Lu Xun's social drama:
The fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river mixed with water vapor to blow on the face;
Moonlight is also hazy in this water vapor.
Gradually I vaguely saw Zhao Zhuang, and I seemed to hear singing. There are still several fires. I thought it was a stage, maybe a fishing fire.
The sound was probably the flute, dancing and melodious, which calmed my heart a little, but I was lost again. I thought I should be scattered with him in the night wind with the smell of beans and wheat. ...
I turned around, as if with a little inexplicable joy and melancholy. ...
As light as a feather, I wander between heaven and earth, but I want to leave here quickly and abruptly.
【 On the willow tip, people meet after dusk 】
In the misty sky, in the season of blooming in August, in this beautiful dusk, it seems that it is not on earth.
Looking at this scene, I feel a little sad, as if I have been walking for more than ten years, but I am still walking at the moment, but I am not playing when I was a child, nor holding hands and looking forward to my life when I grow up, but I am at a loss and endless aftertaste at the moment. Like a flood, drown me and then drown me. However, I hope I can finally wake up and see my face clearly, then I can laugh out loud and isolate my inner panic and anxiety, and finally I can get a compliment from them.
It's just that I always knew it was impossible, but I still hoped to get, maybe get, that kind of words. But also remember this sentence, what we pursue in life is simple and simple. In fact, all this is what I want to temper, or to get rid of that kind of childishness. I am also looking forward to proving that my pupa has turned into a disk. But no longer please, no longer strive for everyone's understanding or love.
I no longer ignore or deliberately render. I seem to remember the scene cast at dusk at this moment. I don't have to bind myself or deliberately spread out all my memories.
[The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the color of the lotus is different]
When the lotus bloomed in July, the weather was fine in those days, so I accompanied my sister to the "West Lake" in the back street to see the lotus blooming on the green lotus leaves.
It seems that there is a slight hot air blowing across my face, and the short hair on my forehead is swaying with the wind. White crane, the green leaves in the lake, dancing, with a faint fragrance floating in the wind.
Leaning against the guardrail, I also want to learn from the scholar who loves Han Han, reach out and touch it gently, look as if they are lovers, and then pay attention to the wings gently, and then I can write a sentence to express my love for the lotus.
But I always understood that I didn't have to do this. After all, I can't learn that. ...
In fact, whether it's catching a new lotus or scattering flowers, those are never beyond my power. Yes, I can't learn, for no reason, just because I'm a layman.
Therefore, whether you are still walking on the road you have traveled, whether you are still running with your childhood playmates, and whether you are quietly and slowly alone at this time, with a little aftertaste and a little memory. Quietly, humming tuneless children's songs, walking on the tree-lined road at dusk.
A person, humming a song, leaves a mottled shadow behind him, slowly, gradually, elongating and overlapping again.
That road, that song, is the aftertaste of childhood and also a memory. ...
Emotional choice 3:
Contact after sunset
People always grow up by looking back on the past.
I didn't know the perfection of yesterday until today.
About dusk, people think this sentence is very appropriate and almost perfect.
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Only after dusk will people reach the extreme.
Teenagers lament the passing of innocence, young people lament the perfection of youth, middle-aged people lament the golden time of youth, and old people lament the fleeting time (article reading network: three articles)
The man who pushed me behind my back,
Let me fall
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All the time!
People don't know the beauty of the scenery until after dusk, and then they know that it is' the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night'. And then, in my opinion, "after dusk"
People will not regret after dusk, nor will they regret. People always think that memory is perfect. In fact, only when there is pain can there be memories, and happy things are often laughed off. The more painful, the deeper you remember! But the pain will become perfect in my memory. Think about how stupid I was at that time, how stubborn and arrogant I was at that time, and who ever thought I was too young.
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When we were young, we never expected the consequences of what we wanted to do. When we are young, our mistakes will be a lifelong regret! Young people think it's no big deal to lose, and they think they will meet again if they miss it! How do you know it's wrong to meet again!
Then let's make an appointment after dusk! I have experienced everything. Looking back, I will cherish and grow!
Let's make an appointment after dusk!
It's not good to miss at any age, there's only one chance!
After about dusk, you don't have to worry about whether you have been hurt or failed, and everything becomes calm and dull.
After about dusk, I tasted all the smells in the world before I felt calm.
Let's make an appointment after dusk!