Morning: Dawn, like a sharp sword, splits the silent night and ushers in the rising sun.

It was already dawn, and the morning light flowed through the small window, and on the branches, the little birds were chirping incessantly.

The dawn of dawn lifts the light veil of night, spits out the brilliant morning light, and ushers in a new day.

The dawn that had just been born was like a tender red baby, trembling three times in this thick splash.

The rising sun rose with the scorching smell of wine, spreading an infinite intoxication to the vast sky of the fields......

The sky was gradually dawning, and the pale blue sky was studded with a few remnant stars, and the earth was hazy, like a light veil shrouded in silver-gray.

In the early morning, when the first rays of morning light rose on the horizon, the garden woke up. Flocks of beautiful birds, jumping happily on the verdant branches, chirped and sang the morning waltz. The green willow branches, swaying with the morning breeze, seem to be dancing to the birds, and like bending down to say hello to the residents of the community who are exercising in the morning.

Noon:

At noon, the sun curled up the leaves, and the long noise added to the sweltering heat.

One summer noon, the sky was clear, the scorching sun was high, there was not even a hint of wind, and the earth was like a steamer, so hot that people couldn't breathe.

The sun is scorching, and the asphalt avenue is soft, like a layer of black oil.

At noon when the scorching sun was in the sky, the wind did not blow, the birds did not chirp, the cattle and sheep did not move, and the ravine was as silent as death.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was like a fire, basking on the surface of the river, and even the flowing river water was steaming.

At noon, the sun shines on the leaves of the grains, and the trees are on the trees, and the smoke is on the crops. Flapping its wings and chirping.

It was a sweltering afternoon, there was not a single wind, and even though I sat in the shade of a tree, it was hot: my face was hot, my chest was hot, and even the air I inhaled was hot, so hot that I couldn't breathe.

The fireball sun scorched the earth. The trees are roasted to the point of deafness and pulling their heads, the dogs are lying in the shade and spitting out their red tongues, and the cicadas are neighing desperately in the trees, suffocating everywhere and annoying everywhere.

On this summer afternoon, the mirror-like surface of the water reflects the silvery light.

It was almost noon, the sky was clear, the sun was hot, and the acquaintances on the branches of the nearby trees were standing noisily.

In the hot noon, the sea seemed extraordinarily calm, and she opened her arms to me like a loving mother.

At noon, the sun was scorching and there was not a hint of wind. The cicadas in the trees kept shouting: "It's hot! The heat is dead! ...... "People listened, and they became more agitated.

It was noon, and the spring sun warmly hit the ground, illuminating the mountains and rivers brightly.

The sun scorched the earth, people fell asleep with the help of fans and electric fans, and some people sat under the trees to enjoy the shade, desperately waving fans to drink and fall asleep.

The sun in the sky was like a blazing flame, spewing an excess of light and heat into the earth, so that the earth seemed to be about to burn.

The weather in mid-June was hot enough, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the most unbearable time of the day, when the road was scorched and hot, and the feet stepped down, and a string of white smoke was taken step by step. The air was hot and stuffy, as if a match could be lit.

At noon, there is a unique scenery on the Beidaihe seaside: in the blue sky, there are a few faint colored clouds. The rippling blue sea, under the beautiful sun, seems to be covered with a layer of glittering fish scales, and it becomes more delicate. In the distance, white sails dotted; Nearby, people in colorful swimsuits enjoy themselves in the warm embrace of the sea; The beach is filled with countless "flower mushrooms" and sunbathers.

It was a windless noon, and it was very hot. The dazzling sunlight is extraordinarily majestic, shining on people like a fire. The heat rising from the ground seemed to ignite with a match.

At noon, the sky was like a silver, white-hot iron pot, which fell upside down and shrouded the earth. The pot was steaming, and people were steamed until they only breathed out, and every breath was like swallowing a hot steamed bun.

It was hot at noon, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The sun hung motionless overhead, scorching the grass. There was not a single wind, the air was stagnant, and there was not a ripple on the water.

One noon during the summer vacation, the weather was very hot. The sun is scorching the earth. There was not a hint of wind for the whole day, and the willows by the moat hung their heads and were not angry at all. Knowing that he desperately shouted "hot...... "It's hard to find an ant on the ground ...... - they can't stand it."

In the afternoon, the sky was blue-gray, and the fierce sun baked the ground hot; A southerly wind blew, whipping up a wave of heat. The cicadas are "knowing" and "knowing" on the trees, and their voices are low and slow, as if they are telling an old story. The old men sat in the shade of the trees, patiently shaking their fans, cursing the heat in their mouths, and happily discussing how the weather was conducive to the heading of the rice. The birds in the forest are lazily resting on the trees, as if they are dreaming of a "good harvest".

Late:

night

In the evening, the frenzied noise of the chaffinch's frenzy echoes through the twilight in the sky. There is also the ball-like cry of the toad, like a bubble floating on the surface of a pond.

The sunset is like a big red apple, hanging high on the branches, and the sky is covered with brilliant colors.

The setting sun pressed down on the mountains, and the pale red sunset emerged, piled up with smiles, revealing the quiet dusk on the outskirts of the town.

The setting sun seemed to break abruptly on the horizon and disappear silently, leaving only a blood-red strip on the opposite mountain pass.

Dusk had risen like green smoke from all sides.

Dusk came, and everything was shrouded in the twilight.

As the sun sets, the sky high and far away presents a solemn look.

As the sun sets, there is silence all around, and everything is dyed in pale yellow hues.

The sun had set, leaving only a faint touch of carmine in the western sky.

The setting sun shone obliquely on the sea, and the western sky was shining with golden light, like a shining gold plate.

A touch of crimson sunset shone on the western mountain, and the night was like a fishing net, spreading down from the sky.

At the junction of the water and the sky where the sun sank, there was still a faint flush.

At dusk, the light of the setting sun on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves.

The sun shone its last of its light on the trees in the forest, and a bright star shimmered on the blue bend.

The twilight is getting thicker, and the land is chaotic and confused.

Twilight is like a translucent veil, gray covering everything.

The last rays of the western glow have melted into the twilight.

The streets are full of twilight, dotted with lights, radiating a faint yellow light.

At this time, the twilight is vast, and the mountains and trees are covered with a layer of gray yarn eels, and the scenery is foggy.

The sun had set, the burning sunset had dimmed, and finally the fire had been extinguished, and the vast twilight enveloped the mountains and forests.

The dim twilight gradually lowered down, the heavens and the earth were stitched together, and the boundless wheat fields turned from turquoise to blue and dark gray.

As twilight fell, crickets began to sing softly in the bamboo bushes along the village road, and frogs chirped endlessly like drums in the paddy fields.

In the evening, the sky darkened, and the surrounding mountains showed the outline of blue and blue.

The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the foot of the mountain was covered with fog and gray.

When the sun sets, the mountains and mountains are shrouded in a gorgeous sunset, and the sea of fire burns.

At this time, the sun set, the dark night fell, and a few silver stars jumped out of the sky.

As the sun sets, the mountains are dyed carmine, and the surface of the quiet Yanhe River also reflects a layer of red

As far as the eye can see, the path in front of you is yellow, like a golden carpet, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on it, which is refreshing.

Dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by the sun dissipates from the mountains, the sun sets into the western mountains.

The sun sets on the mountainside, and the sunset gradually turns from bright red to deep red. On the hillside, a group of children are flying kites. In the clear blue sky, a variety of kites are flying. "Dragonfly" with big eyes, "butterfly" with flower wings...... The children tilted their heads and their eyes fixed on the kite in the sky, the strings beating in their dexterous hands. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, and each of them seemed to be wearing a golden coat.

It was evening, and the setting sun reflected half of the sky, smearing the lake in the distance with a rosy color. The lake in front of you is turning green, and the algae have reborn, and all the accumulated paint is sprinkled in the water to overcome the depression left by the last winter. In the meantime, countless small waves were clustered and frolicking, happily slapping against the embankment, splashing piles of foam, rippling in the breeze.

In the evening, the sunset burned the sky red. The beach by the sea is full of people. Some people were swimming, some were picking up shells, some were playing, and the laughter was like the waves of the sea. The cool sea water washes away people's fatigue and heat, and makes people feel relaxed and refreshed.

At dusk, my mom and I strolled to the central square. The noisy day seems to be a tired square, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, as if draped in two golden gauze clothes, it looks so quiet and peaceful. The evening breeze is blowing, so comfortable!