At this time, Ye Chen had already used his aura to perform the Ten Thousand Stars Technique. Ten Thousand Star Technique, after cultivating to three stars, the radius of spiritual power scanning is three kilometers.

Ye Chen controlled the distance at any time. If Erha didn't keep up, Ye Chen would have slowed down a bit. If Erha catches up, Ye Chen will directly speed up.

In this way, one person and one dog, after about a day's rush time, rushed to the sky above Jiangwa Village. By this time, the sky had gradually darkened.

In the evening, the sun converges its blinding light and turns into a golden disc. The cloudless sky, blue, like a clear lake. Slowly, the color became more and more intense, like a lake deepening.

The majestic mountains in the distance, painted with a layer of golden yellow under the reflection of the setting sun, look particularly magnificent. After a while, the sun smiled and blushed, kissing the head of the mountain, and spewing a red round face to the earth and sky, which was the beautiful sunset. The sun showed its beauty, jumped happily, and disappeared behind the western mountain.

The evening view is intoxicating, the dew moistens the wilted flowers and plants, there is no wind, the surroundings are unusually peaceful, and the air is cool and pleasant.

The evening sky was not gloomy, but had a bright blue, and the mountains were tinted with a thin shade of red in the setting sun.

The remnant sun was replaced by the dawn moon, and the dusk disappeared into silence. Many people think that night and dusk have the same magic, and the night is the continuation of dusk, but the moon hangs high, the night covers the ground, it is desolate, and there is no special beauty brought by dusk, so the night is only miserable and mixed with the emotions of relatives, and there is no place to appreciate and dwell for sorrow. Perhaps because of this, people choose to spend their sorrows at dusk rather than at night.

The black mountains are like the jaws of giant whales, unconsciously swallowing the setting sun.

Winter dusk reflects the bare branches on the ground, like a rough sketch, leaving only a trace of less serious brushstrokes. The spring dusk is accompanied by freshly drawn sprouts and boats on the lake. In summer, the dusk will quietly close the lotus flowers in the pond, and the unkempt heads of the flowers will sway in the evening breeze, attracting the fireflies that come at night. Autumn dusk casts maple leaves onto the red brick wall, and a few ants climb the wall, stop and disperse.

Overlooking the dusk of the town, it is like a golden moon falling in the heavenly river, kissing the countryside of the hometown, from the village with smoke curling, from time to time there are a few dogs barking and rooster crowing, as if it is a distant and hazy dream.

The remnant sun of dusk is really a must, but those who belong to dusk are not selfish, and this poignant remnant sun also gives its own unique time to the sunset, so that the sunset has the poignancy of the remnant sun, and the emotions that dusk should have are fully revealed. Perhaps because of the dedication of the remnant sun, the sunset can reveal a little sorrow under the cover of a brilliant appearance, giving people infinite contemplation. It also makes the dusk have a unique style under the sorrow.

Dusk is always gloomy, fog fills the land, and dim daylight gives way to darkness.

Dusk is like a hidden word of our life, which guides people to comprehend the peace and indifference of life. The tranquility of sunset is like a beam of starlight, which makes people's hearts lonely and peaceful, and dusk does not mean sadness. I love the twilight, its light, its soft and hopeful light, which ends the day with the most beautiful view.

Dusk came, the sunset burned like a flame, obscuring half of the sky, and the air nearby seemed to be particularly clear, like glass.

The dusk is beautiful and moving, in the hurried footprints, among the students, it seems that I am the only one who is leaning on the dusk, I like the residual warmth of the dusk, I feel the breath of the dusk, I hear the warm voice of the dusk to me, I melt my body and mind into the dusk, as if I am the remnant sun in the dusk, hurriedly come and go, in the hurry, bear their own responsibilities with their own dreams, will be glorious, but in the end, only that little residual light remains, in the hurried world, there is nothing worth nostalgia, Only the dream in my heart that wants to reproduce the light supports myself, even if the night comes, no regrets, no matter whether it is success or failure, the rush of life, the scenery in the process is like spring rain to nourish my dry heart.

Dusk is a natural sight, have you ever seen it? Sometimes it's very ordinary, but sometimes it's beautiful. During one of my trips, I happened to see the scene of dusk, and then a magical beauty, a beautiful dusk appeared in my mind. When dusk comes, it feels very gentle, crumbling on the horizon. Gradually, the round sun became semicircular, and the sun's rays were not as dazzling as usual, becoming more and more ethereal and gradually blurred. Under the faint sunlight, the color of the clouds changed from fiery red to orange-red. Gradually, the clouds took on various shapes, and the last rays of light faded away, and the clouds became dark.

After all, the sun will sink into darkness, and the original golden light will also turn into a dark red blood light at this time, and the slightly closer flowing clouds will also rise red fire at this time, reflecting the sparkling and shining sea, and the sea will also be reflected red. A hazy light smoke rose from the earth, lingering at the edge of the grass and gurgling water, the crows stopped on the dead branches, and from time to time let out a lonely chirp, and the mountains in the distance, silent, gradually dimmed in the golden light. And people look at the dusk, hoping for the coming of the dream, but finally shut the dusk out. Outside the door, there was still a hazy twilight smoke, a twilight crow perched on a dead tree, and a fading golden light......

Everything lost its shape and initially dissolved into a gray patch; Then it dissolves into pitch black.

Looking at the dusk, feeling the dusk, let my melancholy heart let go in the sunset again and again, and the sky gradually darkened, but I found that the sunset at this time was even redder, like a fire, ah! Dusk,Do you not admit defeat,Even if you don't have the original brilliance,But I'm still looking forward to working hard to sway my dreams.。。

In the distant sky, there are a few faint clouds, changing in the blink of an eye. The clouds, shining with golden sunset, were like dragons, frolicking, spinning, rising, and leaping in the air. I couldn't help but see that little cloud, like a golden orb, intertwined and swirling among the dragons! Gorgeous and spectacular! Dazzling and brilliant!

What attracted me the most was the burning clouds. It was clothed in fiery red, like a fiery ribbon in the sky. Its fiery afterglow turned the trees, flowers, and small animals into fiery red, and even I myself turned red.