It was evening at this time, and we were sitting by the window, running towards each other. There was an endless stream of vehicles on the street; the sun slowly passed by in the west, and generously gave the clouds a gorgeous coat, and also reflected the red lake surface into the reed marsh. A few people were feeding the seagulls on the shore, the vendors carrying orders shouted, and the children stayed here to pick and choose. The afterglow shrouded the scene, and the whole scene was covered with a golden gauze like cicada wings, casting a mysterious color on life. In ancient times, Wu Jun in the Southern Dynasties said, "You can see smoke coming from the mountains, and you can see the setting sun in the bamboos." At this moment, we must be in a prosperous avenue, and we can see the setting sun by the window. A world of fireworks falls into the eyes of brilliance and hope.
Purpose: hobbies