Every time the sun sets, the sun will withdraw the last ray of light that sprinkled into heaven and earth, and the whole world will become gray and hazy, a world of boiling heat and human voices, and everything will be silent in an instant.

At this time, walking between heaven and earth, there is an inexplicable sense of tranquility, which makes people feel boundless use------ this is dusk.

At this time, people who love tranquility wander alone in the wilderness, admiring the scenery of nature, reminiscing about the past like a dream, sometimes lamenting, sometimes full of emotion.

I am one of these people, but the difference is that I neither look at the scenery nor feel the world, but weave a colorful dream---- looking for her in my dreams.

In the dream, she is very beautiful, very beautiful, with a slender figure, standing there with a slim smile, charming soul, round eyes with affection.

She and I walked hand in hand in the fields, and green seedlings sprouted from time to time

The admiration of "Didi", we talked in detail, Huer laughed, Huer was silent, Huer waved his hand, Huer looked up to the sky, intoxicated in the beautiful scenery of dusk, as if it had really arrived

"Xanadu", like the feeling that all the sorrows of the world do not interfere with us, and that there is an indescribable feeling between us, which is neither like hypocritical deception, nor like angry hatred, nor like sympathy, pity, which is higher than all the feelings of the world.

I love Twilight because she has given me, especially those who love to pursue like me, a chance to weave beautiful dreams.

Chapter 089 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Prose poems Dusk is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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