The sun was just about to set, and through the cracks I saw orange light flowing into the room. He reluctantly opened the curtains, and his pupils, which had not seen light for a long time, suddenly shrank, making him feel a little gloomy for a moment. The setting sun contrasts with the setting sun, and the horizon looks like a runny egg has been thrown away. The world is a mesh-like lemon yellow in the pupils of green beans.