Rainbow on the Way Home

This is a small town that looks very quiet: the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the edge of the sky red, as if the clouds are holding small lanterns on the horizon and looking at the small town; the thick and tall trees and slender moso bamboos were originally green, but now they seem to be darker; a few wisps of white smoke seem to be floating out of the chimney. The beautiful small buildings are all sitting together, seeming to be listening to the crisp chirping of birds and the chirping of cicadas from time to time. They must be very comfortable.