The sunset began to sink slowly in the west, the colorful glow in the sky was its reluctant farewell, the wind on the horizon slowly blew through, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the intoxicating breath. Strolling in the fields to feel the freshness of nature, the wind pulls the thoughts, and the season stretches in the fields.

Tired of the traffic on the streets, crowded with people, tired of listening to roaring vehicles, noisy machines. In the evening, leaving the hustle and bustle that makes people feel impetuous and impetusible, and leaving the hustle and bustle that makes people tired, the days are as usual as always, but the soul seems to have been endlessly released.

Walking along the winding lanes of the countryside, the air is so fresh, and the smell of the earth and the smell of crops come to your nose. The breeze is blowing, the trees are gently swaying in the breeze, and the flowers are also dancing with the wind. Forget all the disturbances, no loneliness, although there is no cheering, but it also makes the mood get a moment of relief and relief.

Walking on the country road, the kind of kindness and simplicity are already full of eyes, and the kind of relaxation and ease have become the whole heart. Various crops are planted on both sides of the path...... It was the season of rape flowers, and the golden yellow color occupied all my eyes, and the fresh fragrance of flowers soaked every inch of my breath. The mountain flowers are gorgeous, and the flowers are full of branches, bringing people a comfortable, natural and fresh beauty.

In the early summer, the countryside has long lost the beauty of peach and plum white, nor the arrogance of the season, but only the bright green in the eyes. At this time, the crops show a vibrant scene, and the endless green is hope and harvest.

The breeze blows, the green waves dancing with the wind push a wave, with the waves can not compare with the magnificent waves, but also can be compared with the waves of beauty, there is also romance and gentleness, I think I also like to walk on the ridge with the sunset in the dusk, take a walk by the river......

Standing in the sunset, looking at the endless fields, let the breeze blow on the cheeks, refreshed, look around, clear from far and near, uneven green, the scenery is more charming. There is occasionally a place on the top of the mountain that is glowing with greenery, as if telling the simplicity and simplicity of nature.

A cloud of golden light slowly sprinkled down, dyeing several of the green fields golden, and the birds that had returned early plunged joyfully from the air into the golden woods. There are a few naughty children who are barefoot, chasing and playing in the afterglow of the sunset, remembering that they also like to chase the beam of light and play in the afterglow when they were children......

I continued my walk through the small villages, which were connected by winding paths. After years of grinding people's feet and crushing the annual rings, the trail has long become hard as a stone, shining and translucent, winding back and forth around the village, flickering and flickering.

At this point, everything is in the past tense. At this time, it's just ordinary, simple. Walk on the sheep intestine trail in the countryside, step on the sunset, and watch the beautiful scenery of the remnant sun.

The river in the distance was singing in a low voice, and the evening breeze and the fragrance of flowers also crushed the yellow of the sunset that had just risen on the horizon. Villagers returning late on the ridge are measuring the distance between the countryside and the city with their legs and feet.

The river is still the river in my memory, the grass, the willow shade is still the scene of childhood. No matter how the years go by, how the seasons change, I seem to see the flowing years, the days pass in a hurry, and I am no longer the child who caught fish in the river and fought in the water as a child.

The sunset ended magnificently with a brilliant glow, dyeing the vast sea of clouds red. It is so gentle, calm, peaceful and kind, without the sorrow and trepidation before the end of life.

The grass was gilded all over the ground, and a gust of evening wind blew, swaying and playing the lyric of dusk. At this moment, the mountains are also drunk, and the heart is also drunk! Reverie is flying, the spirit is full of rhyme, and a touch of life is suddenly added to the silence.

As the night grew thicker, the smoke rose.

Stepping on the last rays of the sun, I walked out of the grass, without the slightest thought of retreating, and I didn't know when the sun would set......