Work at sunrise and rest at sunset-the everlasting law of life.At dusk,such a mysterious but poetic scene,beauty also implies the sadness that the day is about to end,and everything that is too late will eventually go with the sunset!For human beings,if they live one more day,the end of the day will end with the sunset.However,day after day,year after year,as long as you are alive,there will be countless dusk.But I want to take the liberty to ask:how many people think the dusk exists?—-In the early morning,when the dream left by the pillow reluctantly,we woke up without any choice and started the whole day’s journey.Accidentally,we walked to the noon,walking,the road suddenly turned down,as if only a flash of smoke slipped to the end of the day.When we stared at the distance filled with white smoke and the treetop was dotted with a faint layer of golden color,groups of chirping insects rushed back with the sun,as if something heavy was in our hearts without any precaution.We know:The night is coming,However,we have no mood to appreciate the sunset.We are extremely eager for the coming of dreams,ending the hardships of the day and letting the exhausted body rest.Before long,the thin night covered our eyes and blurred our hearts.We were busy in the narrow space,but at dusk we were shut out like this.If someone asked:did you see the dusk?What a beautiful dusk!At this moment,we are at a loss!

　　How could we not be at a loss?When we leaned out of the window to look for the figure at dusk,he had already disappeared without a trace with the dark clouds or white clouds,leaving only the hazy night.Then,the dusk is just like a light dream of spring night,coming and going quietly!

　　Where has he gone?—No,I should ask first:where does he come from?I don’t know.I don’t know.I also have no ability to catch the dusk and ask him where he came from!Guess,is it from Dong Fanglai?Isn’t the east the place where the sun comes out?Western?Isn’t the West filled with red clouds?South?Only light and heat can be seen in the South.It seems that the North should not be wrong.If we start our association and see that the extreme of the North is the Arctic Ocean,we can imagine to draw such a picture:the white world,the white snow land,and the white iceberg.Then go north,on the edge of the white sky,it is hard to tell which Sky is the sky,the ground,the ice,the snow,just a vast expanse of misty white.Should the hazy gray dusk be transformed from here?

　　However,it evolved and then spread.Passing through the Plains and grasslands,only a layer of shadow was left;Passing through the forest,leaving a gloomy darkness,passing through the stream,only the silent light blended into the water,the water was shining in the silent night;When it overflowed the top of the mountain,it left them starlight and Moonlight;When it overflowed the village,it left a vast expanse of white Mu Yan……Every corner has left indelible traces.Later,we went through the lonely desert and came to our land.I can imagine:If I stood in the desert facing the dusk,I would surely watch the dusk running from the edge of the sky in Liaoyuan,like-like what?Should it be like a wisp of smoke?Or like a stretch of cloud shadow?After running,there was still only a shadow left.After running away again,we came to our homeland,along with the white smoke in the distance and the faint golden color on the treetop,also with the sun on the back of insects,it gently fell into people’s hearts,but was rejected.

　　However,he was unusually quiet and didn’t mind whether people cared about him or not.He just faced everything in his life in his own way,lonely and cold,we have arranged a world of fantasy but full of poetic fairy tales for us.The hazy gradually becomes bright,just like the shadow reflected in the mirror,which dyed everything with the color of silver gray dream.The cow-colored air condenses like a real cow.But it seems to be flowing softly,sticky and thick again.It brings peace,you listen:-it is quiet,like a mid-night with heavy snow.But is it dead?However,it is not.It will be a little more silent than it is now,and it will also become a dead silence like a tomb.It seems that there is no increase or decrease at all.The beautiful,light,comfortable,quiet,soft,sticky and thick pressing on people’s hearts.The gray sky is like a mist;Trees,houses,smoke lines and clouds are all like the epitome of the night one by one,sticking quietly on the screen.Here,There,dotted with the purple sun of sunset glow and the cold light of little stars.The dusk is really like a poem,a song and a fairy tale;It is like a melodious flute sound from the upper floor of the moon,and a crane crowing in the sky;Like decades of old wine;Like everything that is too beautiful to be expressed.If you can’t say it,you can only see it;If you don’t see it,you can only know it;If you don’t know it,you can only praise it.-However,people were finally locked out of the door.

　　Should I say so when I am rejected?No,I should be cautious,such as Chinese characters,whose implication is hard to find.After all,the so-called people are not all people,nor are they all people.Usually,when the time schedule permits,most people will quietly wait for the coming of dusk.It often happens to happen that it often does so,especially in summer,sitting on a short stool,watching the corner of the wall getting dark gradually,the white walls around were also covered with a layer of light shadow.In the darkness,the fragrance of the fragrance of the night came into people’s hearts.Bats fly in the sky.The spider web on the corner of the eaves reflects the gray sky.In the hazy,the lines on the Web and the bodies of mosquitoes and flies stuck on it can also be counted.Suddenly,I raised my head again inadvertently,and there was already a small star blinking in the dark gray sky.In winter,the courtyard is covered with snow.Curled up in the room.When we see the white window paper getting gray gradually,and the flame in the stove which is not as bright as the color in the daytime is getting red and bright gradually.You will also know that it is dusk.Looking out from the crack of the air door:the gray sky,gray roof covered with snow.The half-curved bleak moon was printed in the sky.Although it was a little desolate,it still couldn’t cover the beauty of dusk.At this time,even those who often sat in the well waiting for it to come had to curl up in the room.Only the gray snow was left,accompanied by it outside the deserted door.Who could see this fickle and hazy world?Don’t you feel lonely at dusk?

　　But loneliness won’t last long.Still leaving at dusk.Li Shangyin poem said:”The sunset is infinitely good,just near the dusk.”Isn’t the poet lamenting that the dusk can’t stay long?It really couldn’t stay for a long time.In a flash,this dusk was like a light dream,which only swept people’s hearts,leaving a dark night and leaving with its loneliness.

　　Gone,really gone.Now I also want to ask:where is the dusk?This is the same as its origin that makes me ponder.It is also impossible to catch the tail of dusk and ask what on earth.But,presumably,people from the North should go to the South!Who said he didn’t go to the south?I saw how it went.-Over the south wall;Over the South Mountain,the forest;Over the beautiful south.Until Africa in Liao Kuang.There are towering mountains in Africa;There are deep Gu Cang dark forests on the mountains.Then,there are tigers in the forest.Tiger?The dusk is coming,and the eyes with only light green Dark Light in the daytime should light up.Does it look like two lamps?There should be wild grass in the forest,which is taller than people.There are lions,big mosquitoes,big spiders and bats in the grass,which are bigger than ordinary bats.The afterglow of the sunset passed through the spider webs on the branches from the thin part of the leaves and leaked in.The brilliant golden light shone by one shone made the whole forest Brown red,after closing the poisonous gas spit out by the poisonous snake under the grass,it turns into colorful fog with five colors.There should also be fireflies.Now it is shining,and there should be flowers;But it seems that it should not be nocturnal incense or evening Jade.What is it?It is the evil flower of all poison and beauty.Shouldn’t evil flowers be produced in poisonous gas?The fragrance of this flower slowly melts into the brownish-red air and into the gorgeous mist.Stir it into a mass;Roll it into a mass of warm hot air.However,soon the hot air was dissolved by the bright night.There are only flickering fireflies left,and now they are gradually brighter.The Tiger’s eyes are more like two lights,watching silently the stars appearing in the dark gray sky.

　　But no one really understood this.-Follow the light white light of cold moon to climb into the dark sky?Have you climbed the tianhe river with the little star you are looking?Pressed on the wings of bats,got into the eaves?Does it dissolve behind the distant mountain with the faint red of the western sky?Who can know this clearly?What we know is that it has left,taken away its loneliness and beauty,like a ray of light,like a dream of spring night.

　　Go.–Now,what else can I ask now?Wait for tomorrow?Tomorrow comes,and tomorrow,and then tomorrow,continues.When people saw the white smoke in the distance,the treetop was lightly dyed with a layer of golden yellow,and groups of insects flew back with the sky,it seemed that something was pressing on our hearts,we are eager for the coming of our dream.Close the door.It was still dusk that was locked outside the door.When we stretched out our head again to look for it,the dusk had already left.He ran from the arctic ocean and passed by to the african forest.Again,where,who knows?However,the night is coming:the long dark night,the night shining with starlight and moonlight,the night floating with dark fragrance……It’s just a night,a long night,and the night will never end.What about dusk?–Dusk never exists in people’s hearts.Just swept away,like a light dream of spring snack.