In that distant town, perhaps, today's dusk shines as brightly as yesterday, and they are all slowly converging their brilliance, and finally disappearing into darkness.
Time slipped away in the twilight of each day.
The clouds at dusk always carry endless thoughts and stories.
The sunset is floating in the clouds, and the detention is sad, "the green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city".
Whenever the sun sets and the sun shines in the sky, I think of the dusk in my hometown.
It was a poetic dusk, and the clouds were dyed in a colorful color by the afterglow of the setting sun, and it showed its brilliance to the world.
At this moment, the old people of the town gather together to tell the legends and stories of the past. Children chase and play in the fields, and laughter echoes throughout the countryside.
In those vicissitudes of life, I have escaped the twilight of my hometown countless times.
When night fell, I set out on a journey to another country.
At that time, I was always looking forward to the distance, hoping to break into a new world.
However, as time went on, I gradually realized that those years of escape were nothing more than a kind of bond in the depths of my soul.
Those vicissitudes of life, as if they were the messengers of my hometown, called me over and over again.
They hovered in the sky above me, casting shadows every now and then, reawakening memories of a good time that I could never forget.
And I, too, always think of the dusk of my hometown at some inadvertent moment.
Now, I've left that town and come to the bustling city.
The clouds here are thin, as if they had lost the heaviness of their hometown.
Here, I often feel lonely and lost, and I miss my hometown full of stories more and more.
I used to stop on the road and look up at the same sky, and the clouds used to be like a child, always drifting very fast, and in a moment the shape changed, and after a while, it disappeared ......
Today's clouds, I just watched quietly, it always walked very slowly, like an old man who was already slow, but it still couldn't withstand the wind, and it dispersed ...... when it blew
Time is like a long river, endless, but the once rebellious teenager has now entered middle age.
And the dusk of my hometown has gradually become blurred with the passage of time.
Those vicissitudes of life seem to have become an eternal concern in my heart.
Perhaps, one day, I will return to that town and set foot on that familiar land again.
At that time, I would definitely be full of gratitude and guilt to relive the past that had been sealed by the years.
And those vicissitudes of life will still hover above my head, witnessing my growth and changes.
The vicissitudes of the clouds are the memories of the entanglement, the twilight of escaping from the hometown.
In the days to come, I would like to continue to move forward with this deep nostalgia and pursue that distant dream.
And the dusk of my hometown will become the eternal scenery in my heart, accompanying me through the ups and downs.