The beautiful copy of the sunset breeze

The evening breeze lightly steps on the clouds, and there is an orange convenience store in the depths of the sunset, selling orange and tenderness.

The sunset belongs to the mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are hidden with deep meaning

The sunset and the lonely rain in Qi Fei, the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is the same.

The person who watches the sunset with you is gentler than the sunset itself.

Sunset and flowers paint romance,

You are my hidden love.

I want to discuss the shape of clouds with you,

until the moon tells us that the sky is closed today.

I heard that Dusk is a romantic.

No wonder Sunset falls in love with him.

I still like you very much.

Like the sunset glow, the whole sky is dyed red, leaving no gaps.

I want to listen to the sunset ride with you this summer, and

watch the sunset with the smell of orange soda.

I like the sunset. When dusk falls on my body,

There is no fireworks, no dust, only light and hope.

I sell dusk on earth,

just to collect the gentleness of the world to see you.

In summer, there is a plum-flavored sunset glow

and two or three beer-flavored stars,

and a spoonful of rich wind, which

dye the delicate tenderness of your eyes.

If you can't catch the sunrise at five o'clock in the morning,

You might as well see the sunset at six o'clock in the evening.

I hope we can all meet naturally.

I like to watch mountains, flowers and dusk,

sunrise and sunset, the moon, and

dogs wagging their tails by the roadside.

I want to live with you. In a small town,

*** enjoys endless dusk and endless bells.

I write a letter at dusk, carrying the afterglow of the sunset and the romance of the Milky Way, and send it to you and to tenderness itself.

The evening breeze is gentle and quiet, and

The sunset tells romance.

Who left me a romantic horizon?

The keepsake is the sunset glow.

The sunset indulges in the orange sea,

The evening breeze falls into sincere love.

Clouds stole the wine I put on the roof,

so she blushed and turned into a sunset glow.

Clouds in the distance brushed the Daishan Mountain,

Orange sunsets dotted it,

Wind passed by and stopped at the window,

All these beautiful things came running towards me,

enjoined me to love the world.

from dawn to dusk, there is plenty of sunshine, and

it is better than all poems.

The afterglow of the sunset dyed red

White clouds wandering in the blue sky.

The light in the evening is golden and distant,

The freshness of April is so warm,

You are many years late,

But I am still happy for your arrival

Sunset falls into the bright and bright fields,

The world is getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

I will always love the evening breeze

and the sunset Huang Hunxiao.