想不到,黄昏竟如此美丽。抬头看天,天如菊花,透着淡雅的素净。一丝淡淡的薄云,像仙女的沙裙,像飞天的飘带,像贵妃的霓裳……他们深情款款,姗姗而行。微风习习,你不由得遐想:他们去往何处?又在窃窃私语什么?看,此时的太阳,红红的,没有了正午时的毒辣刺眼,却多了些柔情,像母亲的手抚摸着你,暖暖的。云儿们向太阳慢慢靠近,一丝丝,一缕 Unexpectedly, the evening was so beautiful. Looked up days, days, such as chrysanthemums, reveals a clear elegance. A touch of thin clouds, like the fairy’s sand skirt, like a flying ribbon, like the chaise of charisma ... ... They affectionate models, slowly. Breeze, you can not help but reverie: Where are they going? Whisper whisper what? Look, the sun at this time, red, no noon when the spicy glare, but more tenderness, like the mother’s hand caress You, warm. Cloud children slowly toward the sun, a trace of a ray