The sun is like a magician. The sky in the west is still blue and blue, and in a moment it turns into a colorful orange red. At first, the sun was red, but it was not as sharp as it was at noon. It lined up the tall buildings and trees in the distance and plated the building with a layer of gold. The sun slid slowly down, and I looked back at the time of the kite's little friend, and it fell a little again. It was not so red as it was, mixed with some golden yellow. The cloud around the sun are dyed red orange, after three or four minutes, its color becomes more pale, gradually become the red, like the children of pink little face.
     At this time, the sun has slanted to the edge of the sky, converging a glowing ray of light, leaving a circle of gold and halo around himself. The cloudless sky is blue light blue, like clear water, now has gradually increased the color, more and more blue, more and more concentrated, like the sea. Painted in the sky mountains, shanse Chui, in the backdrop of sunset, coated with a layer of shiny gold, especially the main magnificent.
     Like sunset, it is because the setting sun is beautiful, not a little less than sunrise. The sky is still clear, and the blue is very clear. The sun darkened a little, and slowly darkened. I knew the sun was going down to the West and looked at it. And after a while, the sun grew red. Was very red, but not bright. The sun seems negative burden was like step by step, slowly decline, in the end, finally sank to the top of the tree, a lovely red color. In a flash, the bright red object stopped again, and suddenly it jumped on the huge bed with the help of the earth, and it would not jump down. Sometimes the sun into the clouds, the sky appeared a bright red, it's light in the clouds blowing the magnificent huoshao, and slowly expanded its scope, rendering all around.
     If the hope begins at sunrise, the sunset is not the starting point of disappointment, but a process of waiting for beautiful hope. A day's sun, dragging the weary body, picked up a dazzling light. This time, it is next to the clouds, suddenly became purple red, dark red, pink, look very beautiful! The sun goes down slowly, sprinkles a strip of ribbons, a bunch of colorful ribbons into the sky, sprinkles to the earth, and sprinkles into the world. Sometimes I feel like entering a colorful bridge, and I feel like walking on the road of rainbow. Maybe it's dark and jealous of the sun. It is also hard to attack the sun, the sun also unyielding in the dark, it is more and more bright, like a burning fire will illuminate the darkness, like a flower blossom, braving the cold open. I could not help being infected with the tenacious spirit of it, and standing there.
     I stared intently at the sun falling down, immersed in the daydream caused by the charming scenery of sunset. When I'm going to leave, I think of a word in my heart that the sun will rise from the East again tomorrow morning! I didn't know something touched my heart. I suddenly understood what, though the sunset fell, but tomorrow will come out again. Isn't it just like our human beings? A new life can take the place of everything. As long as there is a new life, everything has hope, and it can contribute to the country.