The tranquility of dusk gradually enveloped the earth, like a picture carved by the rings of the year, exuding a faint sadness and tranquility. The afterglow of the setting sun slowly sets in the west, casting the last rays of light into the mountains. At this moment, day and night are drifting apart from each other's borders, as if separated by a layer of subtle boundaries. People's eyes are full of longing for freedom, but they gradually lose themselves in this complicated world.
Time flies, and the passage of time cannot be accurately captured. It seems that from a certain day, time flashes like a shuttle, unconsciously carving the mark of time on our faces, calming the passion in our hearts, and gradually losing our sensitivity to time. Gradually, we find ourselves moving more and more slowly, and our memories are like withered leaves, degrading beyond belief. The pen in his hand seems to have gradually forgotten how to express his inner feelings.
In the past, on the night when the snowflakes flew in my memory, the family sat around the fire, roasting golden steamed buns, tasting the tea soup in the leaf jar, and listening to the past stories told by the ancestors. The mood was warm and fulfilling. Now, the lights outside the window are fading away, the traffic is busy, and people are alienated from each other. In the winter without snowfall, the world seems to be shrouded in the ice of time. Behind the prosperity, there is an indescribable indifference.
The lights in the distance reflect the precipitation of the years, and some people sink with the long river of history, like a comma, like an exclamation point of pause. I don't know when time has become out of our control. It is like a hill lying on the desk, silently barren, and there is no grass.
The moon hung high in the sky, and the bare branches outside the window hung slightly in the moonlight. These lonely trees carry the eternal moonlight, but they don't realize that the ever-changing shadows of the trees are engraved in the eternal moonlight. Just like these trees, there are things that seem simple and unpretentious on the surface, but they contain infinite meanings.
The silence and disorientation at dusk bring into the ever-changing world. However, when you get lost in the psychedelia of this time, you may be able to find a deep peace and feel those beautiful moments embellished by time.