Composition of sunset

Composition about Sunset 1 I finished my homework and went upstairs that day. I see that the sun has changed from yellow to bright red, and there is not much light, and it looks less dazzling. At this time, the sun, like an old man, is bringing the last light of life to his children-clouds.

The sky in the west has become colorful, how beautiful! The sky is bright red, gorgeous orange and a little soft pink. The sky at this time is tens of thousands of times more beautiful than the fairy's clothes! So what is the fairy's satin? Clouds, of course! These clouds, big or small, long or short, are simply the icing on the cake of the blue sky! There is a thin cloud among these clouds, like a big flower bed, accompanying the sun away.

The sun has entered the dying stage of the day and set slowly. Gradually become more than half of the sun, gradually become half of the sun, gradually become less than half, and finally disappear.

Shortly after the fall, the clouds gradually turned white and the sky returned to its previous calm. At this point, it was finally getting dark.

All the afterglow of the sun disappeared, and the street lamps lit up one by one, like sending away the sun, and the sunset ended like this.

After watching the sunset, I feel that the sunset is like an old man who loves children very much. Even if my life is dying, I will never forget my child: the cloud. How in line with the status quo! The sun gave the cloud so many beautiful rays, but the cloud gave the sun nothing.

On the sunset "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" Although the sunset did not nourish everything like spring rain, nor dyed the earth white like the snow in Qingshan, the scenery of the sunset intoxicated me. ...

In the evening, the sun sets gradually. At this point, it has resumed its blazing light and sprayed a deep corner to the earth. Light dyed the earth golden, as if it had plated everything with gold, and as if it had put a golden veil on the earth. Clouds on the horizon are also dyed red, burning from west to east. How beautiful! Xia Guang shines in front of my window, soft and warm, but the color is a little pale, but the light is so beautiful and charming. At this time, I, along with trees and houses, seem to have been melted into a dreamland of weak light.

The setting sun, surrounded by the surrounding clouds, slowly goes to the west so noble and elegant, and the color gradually turns red, so pure and soft, without any impurities. Gradually, the sunset has fallen by half. The other half is like a naughty child, with half a small head exposed. The setting sun twisted and suddenly went down the mountain. In an instant, everything became hazy and fuzzy. ...

Oh, sunset, beautiful sunset, although your vitality is very short, you left sweetness and warmth to the sky, dignity and glory to the earth, and infinite reverie to me. ...

Some people love the vitality of sunrise, so do I, but I prefer the quiet and gentle sunset.

The setting sun is like a big apple, red and lovely. Children are often surprised to see such a scene. When the old people see it, they will always hold their grandchildren, sit on the stone bench in front of their homes and smile at the sunset on the horizon. The little grandson sitting in grandpa's arms tugged at grandpa's beard and shouted, "golden beard!" Golden beard! " The sun saw it in the sky, and it sprinkled soft light on the ground.

After a while, the sunset seemed a little flustered, desperately radiating its own light, trying to illuminate the darkness, but the sun kept sinking and the darkness gradually covered the sky. The sun sank helplessly. water channel ...

As the sun sets, colorful clouds pile up on the horizon. At this time, the sky is like a piece of silk inlaid with Phnom Penh.

This is, the darkness is gathering towards the sun, and the sun is getting redder and redder, illuminating the darkness like a burning torch. Full, the sun seems to know that it is futile to radiate light anyway, so it has to sprinkle the last light on the earth and hide behind the mountain with great attachment to the earth. Diary daquan

What a beautiful sunset, buried by the coming night!

Composition 4 in the sunset "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." "A few rows of red leaves, countless sunset mountains." The sunset is full of sadness, loss and vicissitudes in the poet's heart. However, I prefer the gorgeous scene of sunset and sunset clouds all over the sky.

When the sun is about to set, only a large afterglow of the sun is left in the sky, shining on the earth. This corner is colorful and dazzling. Blink of an eye, the sunset has put on new clothes for the colorful clouds in the sky. Caiyun seems to be very happy, posing this pose for a while and changing that action for a while. Especially the colorful clouds closest to the sunset are better than other clouds in both color and posture. If you don't believe me, just look at it: the colors are bright, one is orange, the other is red, and there are yellow and purple! The gradient between colors is also harmonious. That ever-changing posture soon turned into a little sheep, lying meekly beside the sunset; Later, I became a puppy and played freely in the sunset ... When I saw this colorful cloud, I couldn't help thinking: Look at this.

The afterglow of the sunset not only gives the colorful clouds brilliance, but also makes the lake more beautiful! The lake is sparkling. Gee, that feeling! Then listening to the moving birds singing and the rustling of the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, I was wrapped up in a leisurely mood and really enjoyed it. ...

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and soon the sun set, but the moving scenery was deeply imprinted in my heart. I love this beautiful sunset, and I love the beautiful scenery it brings us!

Composition 5 in the sunset "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." Or that sunset, that can give us sunshine, unknown, quietly leaving the sunset.

Look! The crimson sun was about to set, and gradually, slowly and shyly hid in the western hills. It dyed half the sky red with its afterglow and the only ray of sunshine, as if to say to us, "Although I am about to set in the west, I will sprinkle the last ray of sunshine on the earth!" " Perseverance, perseverance, showing a heroic spirit! Yes, from a vibrant sunrise to a sunset, it's like a great man's life, isn't it?

The soft, golden sunshine, sprinkled on the earth, is like laying a carpet; Sprinkle it on the hill, just like the hill bears countless fruits; Sprinkle on the water, the microwave ripples. Bright, that kind of indescribable beauty ...

Sunset, getting up early every day to climb the mountain, is so dazzling; Dusk gradually falls in the west, so soft; Every day comes as scheduled, so punctual ... what is he doing?

The sunset glow is beautiful, the sunset glow is beautiful, and the quality of the sunset glow is even more beautiful, especially the spirit of "spring silkworms are weaving until they die, and tears are exhausted every night".

Composition 6 on Sunset Watching the sunset in the distance quietly dyed the cheeks of the clouds red, only calm is full of turbulence. It's not because of the helplessness of life, but the moment you look up, you suddenly feel how beautiful, comfortable and desirable life is. Just like an old man who has gone through a century has opened a dusty memory for many years, full of memories are like a touch of afterglow, and the sunset is like rain, which should be full of relief at that time.

Flowers in the morning gather at night. The tearful face, cheerful laughter, failure and achievement, parting and reunion, the gentleness of the wife, the thoughtfulness of the children and the crying of the grandson are all so far away from reality in the sunset. Put the blanket on your leg, close your eyes and lie in the old man's chair, sing and offer an elegy to the sunset. ...

Quiet is the best, indifferent is the best. Enthusiastic life, indifferent dusk.

At dusk, I saw the sunset. What is the sunset? Li Shangyin said, "With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the graves of Leyou. The poem "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" has been sighed by ancient poets about the sunset, and it still is today. The sunset at dusk is still the sunset of life.

Sunset of life? Oh, yeah. Did you get a look at him? Walking in the dusk, the back is full of sunset smiles. Such a long road is you, with me all my life.

Do you remember the bright smile in the morning light? Do you remember that long hair that fluttered? Do you remember the sweat on the sports field? Do you remember the first beating of your heart? In retrospect, dozens of seasons in spring and summer passed quickly.

You said you wanted to send me a romantic dream. Thank you for taking you to heaven, even if it takes a lifetime to complete it. Remember not to forget me as long as I tell you. The most romantic thing you can think of is to grow old with you, and collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way until you sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly.

Looking back at the sunset; Silently, shoulder to shoulder. The most romantic thing is to interpret a lifetime of love, a lifetime of commitment ... watching the sunset, it will always be calm and detailed.

The most beautiful thing is that the sunset is warm and calm. Sunset is a flower that blooms late. Sunset is an old wine. Sunset is late. Sunset is unfinished love. How much laughter turns into sunset.

Still holding hands-on the way home at sunset.

Composition about Sunset When I was seven hours old, I remember the kindergarten teacher pointing to the sunset and chanting to us after school: "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night." From then on, I fell in love with the sunset. Now I have entered a primary school and moved to a new home. There is a balcony in the west of the new home, which is especially suitable for watching the sunset.

Today, I came to the small balcony on time and took a book. I know that when the white paper on the book turns into gold paper, the sunset comes. Sure enough, the sunset arrived as scheduled. Look, my book is plated with a soft light gold.

I immediately stood up and opened the window. A gust of wind blew away the troubles of the day and blew my thoughts into the sky and the sunset. At this time, the sun is not as strong as at noon. The sun is like a man who has worked all day, dragging his tired body on his way home. Suddenly, the sunlight reflected from the glass of a distant building into my eyes, and I had to look away. Downstairs, the setting sun dyed the turquoise leaves golden yellow, the little girl on the bike's red face shone golden, and two little boys kept running around, shouting, "My shadow is longer than yours." Very interesting.

At this time, the sun seems tired, from gorgeous to dull, and I can look straight again. It's like a big golden plate, and it's slowly going downhill. The sun is trying to stay a little longer with its last strength, and the surrounding clouds gradually dim, and the sun also falls from the sky to the horizon. Now, the sun is only halfway up, and the night will come soon. Suddenly, I felt a bright light flashing in front of me, just like the flash of a camera. In fact, it was the last smile of the sun. After that, the lights in the street turned on and the sun disappeared in the dim light.

If, at this time, you close your eyes again, this beautiful sunset will definitely appear in your mind again. Oh, what a beautiful sunset!

Flaubert takes "watching the sunrise on time every day" as his compulsory course, while I take "watching the sunset on time every day" as my compulsory course, because I love sunsets.

Composition 8 in the sunset "A setting sun is spreading in the water, half river rustling and half river red." Walking in the sunset, watching the soft light and enjoying the beautiful sunset, I remembered Bai Juyi's beautiful sentence. Taste the poet's vivid description and feel the sunset shining.

On the way home from school, when I walk into the community, I often see a familiar figure patrolling the community. He is the property management director of our community. His surname is Luo. He is 67 years old this year, so I affectionately call him Grandpa Luo. Grandpa Luo works seriously and responsibly. Whether it's windy, rainy or hot, you can see him patrolling intently-checking whether there are people in the community whose cars are unlocked, whether there are disputes among residents and whether there are people littering. Every time I see Grandpa Luo, there is always a red armband on my right arm, which gives people a cordial feeling.

Grandpa Luo said that he used to be a retired worker and didn't want to admit that he was old, so the competition director wanted to do more for everyone while being strong. When he said "something can be done for the people". There will always be hearty laughter, which warms my heart and involuntarily pours out a kind of admiration and gratitude for Grandpa Luo. I once asked him, "You are very busy every day. You have left your footprints in almost every corner of the community, and even every flower and plant is familiar to you." But, after all, time waits for no one, won't you feel hard and tired? "I was worried about asking the wrong question, so I quickly said," Don't mind asking the wrong question! " "Grandpa Luo smiled, his eyes shining with relief:" Nothing, not rough! This job is really tiring. I am busy from morning till night, but my efforts have not been in vain. When I saw that everyone in the community lived in harmony and saw the smiles you gave me, it was the greatest motivation for my work! " ……

Whenever I see Grandpa Luo's satisfied expression and serious and rigorous work attitude, my heart will surge, and my mind will be deeply imprinted with Grandpa Luo's valuable qualities of being conscientious and willing to pay.

Although the ancients said, "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night." But I think Grandpa Luo is a sunset that will never set. Although his age will increase year by year, his spirit will never grow old, and he will always be as beautiful and fiery as the sunset. I will keep grandpa Luo's beautiful sunset glow in mind and inspire me to move forward!

Composition about Sunset 9 Sunset, she has no sunshine in the morning and no scorching sun at noon. But she attracts me with her unique charm.

In the evening, I came to the balcony and enjoyed the red sun in the west. Looking up, the sunset slowly sets, and the horizon, gorgeous sunset, puts colorful clothes on the earth. In the blink of an eye, the sun has set on the horizon. But the cloud fairies still danced around the sun and refused to leave. The sun dragged his tired body and said to me, "See you tomorrow, little friend." Then continue to sink like being overwhelmed by Mount Tai. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and red clouds emerged from the horizon, staining the sky and the earth. Some of them are like galloping horses, some are like crowing cocks, and some are like meek sheep ... gradually, the sun fades and only a small part of the sun is exposed on the horizon. At this time, the night wind blows gently, the night is dim, and a few stars appear faintly on the horizon. Unconsciously, the moon hangs quietly in the sky. But I still don't want to leave for a long time.

How I like this beautiful sunset!

Composition about Sunset 10 I walked aimlessly on a straight and flat road, and the dog behind me looked around and followed faithfully. The road is not very wide and big, and cars and people are sparse.

The warm sunshine shines on the asphalt road, and the dazzling light reflected from the road is extremely bright in the young grass just emerging from the roadside.

This road is the only way for me to go to cram school. After school, I dragged my tired body onto this road again. It was dusk and everything was quiet. I look at the red sun and feel unspeakable loneliness in my heart. This road has let me walk alone more than once. The light schoolbag suddenly pressed me like a piece of iron, and my steps were heavier. Fortunately, I have a stray dog in the street as my companion today. The mood will become much more comfortable.

The sun has disappeared for a little while, so I can't help speeding up the pace of going home. Just before my eyes, this scene suddenly made me feel extremely warm and moved.

Two white-haired old men, wearing clothes that are not rich, have obvious bulges on the back of women, while the legs of men are slightly bent. Their pace is very slow, and they are still laughing. Every time a woman smiles, a man smiles.

Those hands are also weather-beaten. A woman's left middle finger is wearing a silvery white ring without any patterns or decorations. It must have been given to women by men when they were young! The woman still has it in her hand. The man's right hand is holding the woman's left hand, so he walks slowly and happily.

I will slow down and look at the old couple. The pace of women gradually slowed down, and so did the pace of men. The woman glanced at the seat by the road and quickly looked away. The man noticed that he took the woman to the seat and let her sit down slowly. A happy smile appears on a woman's face like wiped paper.

The golden sunshine valley enveloped them, and their love for each other broke out instantly. When I passed them, I couldn't help noticing them from the corner of my eye. Really, at that moment, I was moved

Composition at sunset 1 1 When I was a child, I felt that the sky was close to me, because I felt that I could touch the sky with my hands.

Now, I like to go out for a walk after supper. Grandpa said, "Walk a hundred steps after dinner and live to ninety-nine." But I did it for the beauty of that moment-the sunset.

Whenever I walk, I will face the sunset. Because it is uphill, every step is closer to the sky. I think the closer I am to the sun, the closer I am to the sky.

It turns out that I was wrong. Once again, this time I walked backwards. Every step back, the farther away from the sky.

As the clouds change, the sunset reflects a graceful sunset glow. The sunset coming down the mountain seems to touch the whole villa with its soft light. A ray of red sunshine passes through the gap in the mountains and falls on the courtyard of a family by the river. ...

In the yard, old people, young people and children danced yangko with ease and elegance to the beautiful dance music. Their dancing movements are like clouds, like running water. They are gentle and should be in their hearts. ...

I turned around and looked at the sunset on the hillside in the distance. The dazzling light disappeared, and the sun's face began to blush slightly, putting a golden edge on the distant clouds. It's getting dark and the sun is getting redder and redder, as if it were on fire. The sky is red, the sunset glow is red and the whole mountain city is red. I was immersed in the red sea, and a feeling came to me: it was really "seeing the sun, shining brightly"!

Composition about Sunset 12 In the evening, go out for a walk after dinner. The dim sunshine shone on my face, and I looked up at the sky. Ah! What a beautiful sunset!

The setting sun seems unwilling to let people see her beautiful face and keeps stabbing people in the eyes with a sword. I dare not look at her, so I have to lower my head and rub my eyes. After a while, I looked at the sunset again. I only see that the colors of the clouds are constantly changing, one is rosewood, the other is lily, and there are pear yellow and eggplant purple, which are changeable. She can change from one color to another in the blink of an eye.

The shape of the cloud is also unpredictable and lifelike. Sometimes like a graceful little fairy, shaking her beautiful sleeves and dancing; Sometimes it is like a big soft cotton candy, which is touching; Sometimes it's like waves on the river, very rough.

After a while, the dazzling light of the sun disappeared. It was red and hid in the dark clouds, as if the dark clouds were going to fight with the sun. Not to be outdone, the sun radiates all the light, setting a golden edge for the dark clouds. I knew the sun was going down, so I looked at it motionless. Slowly, the sun set on the hillside and disappeared. But the sky is red, as if it were on fire.

At sunset, it opens its arms to people and coats plants and animals with gold. How I wish to see the sun, even though it is so brilliant!

Composition about Sunset 13 Sisi's city is a seaside town. Every afternoon after school, she goes to the seaside to watch the sunset.

That day, she left her schoolbag and ran to the beach, but this time she was not the only one on the beach, and there was an old man with a dark face showing vicissitudes of life.

"Hello, children, are you here to watch the sunset?" The old man asked kindly.

"Well, watching the sunset is very comfortable. I like it. " Cece answered truthfully.

At this time, the sunset is radiating red light with all its strength, and it is dazzling on the sea.

Cece was lying on the beach, muttering to herself, "The setting sun is unscrupulously sprinkled on the sea. I am lying on the beach and enjoying the beautiful treatment given to me by the sunset. "

Hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "Son, this sunset is a good thing, but it only appears for too little time. Isn't there a poem called' to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night'? "

Cece sat up and looked suspicious. "Why did the old man come back to watch the sunset?"

"Looking at the sunset, have you ever wondered why you came to see the sunset?" The old man asked her.

Cece thought for a moment and stammered, "Well, watching the sunset is refreshing."

"Yes, we are on the beach, completely bathed in the sunset, and feel that God's special treatment for us is not very good? The sunset reminds people of a lot. Such as negotiating with yourself at sunset; Imagine the future in the sunset. " The old man said earnestly, "The greatest advantage of watching the sunset is to relax people and cultivate their sentiments."

Cece nodded puzzled.

The setting sun sends out a golden afterglow on the sea, and the breeze blows, and the glittering golden light seems to light up the whole world.

Cece smiled and said, "In the sunset, I used to cry for the score in this sunset, and I used to shout in the sunset. That kind of feeling is very cool. I have always regarded the sunset as my good friend. No matter what I say, it will listen carefully. "

The old man smiled kindly and pointed to the sunset glow on the horizon: "The sunset is going to set. Look at its most dazzling moment. "

Cece looked up, and the sunset only showed half of her face. The afterglow sprinkled on the sea, so dazzling.

Cece and the old man were shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset. ...

Composition about Sunset 14 Sunset, Sunset. Standing alone on the sightseeing platform on 13 floor, I slowly read Mr. Yu's Cultural Journey.

Suddenly, a brilliant sunset shone on my face, which made me unable to open my eyes. I looked up and saw the beautiful scenery.

The sunset stood there quietly like a huge fireball. As if, it was the eyes of heaven, watching me.

After a while, it became naughty and dyed the hair of every cloud that passed in front of it. You see, this one has become a red-headed monster, and that one has become a dark-haired witch, which makes people laugh. This pile of messy things suddenly gathered together and turned into colorful auspicious clouds, like jasper gems in the air and like pearls and agates. "My God!" I can't help but close the book and look at the clouds intently.

The setting sun seems to think that they stole their thunder, so they "shouted" and the light was even more dazzling. The clouds hid to one side in despair.

The sun is setting in the west, and the color changes from red to purple. When it was about to be completely buried, it gave off a purple light, which was simply incomparable beauty.

I vaguely saw two words from that aura-beautiful! At the last moment of his life, the sun will also consume its energy and complete its interpretation of beauty!

Composition about Sunset 15 I like watching sunsets very much. Every evening, I always like to go to the window and watch the sunset quietly in the soft afterglow of the sunset, so that it can prolong the shadow behind me and my endless thoughts.

The setting sun is indeed infinitely good, gathering the dazzling light during the day and fading the heat at noon. In the quiet of the night, the sun presents a faint softness. The sunset in the west covered the mountains in the west with a layer of gold gauze, and everything was dyed soft golden red. The evening breeze blows gently, the branches sway slowly, and the world is shrouded in a quiet and warm atmosphere under the deep kiss of the sunset. Sunset in this quiet and warm atmosphere, like a shy girl, blushing, slowly and calmly walked to the back of the mountain.

The beauty of the sunset, I don't know how many people's reverie, watching it fall again and again, many people can't help but sigh "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". But is the sunset really associated with sadness?

Indeed, the evening sun has lost its brilliance and vitality in the morning, its enthusiasm and pride at noon, but it has its own subtle and dignified beauty, just like a glass of old wine, from which we can taste endless deep friendship and its unique fragrance. The sunset is like an old man. Years have worn away its enthusiasm and arrogance, and at the same time endowed it with a holy and mature beauty. Watching, no matter how big the waves in my heart can stop. The sunset gently brushed away all the boredom and made my mood calm as water.

The setting sun is soft but not weak. In the face of the fate that will eventually be swallowed up by the night, it is not depressed or flustered. But accumulated strength bit by bit and left this world with a bright smile before leaving. Its smile is pure and beautiful, brilliant and magnificent, without sadness. Even the last sunset didn't change the smile at all. In the face of this final beauty, what reason do we have to be depressed and sad? I seem to have learned something from it, that is, a strong man who never bows his head is telling you the true meaning of life.

After the sunset disappeared completely, there was a Xia Hong on the horizon that lingered for a long time, just like my yearning for a long time. ...