Beautiful

Sunset, that's when the sun's rays fade and then disappear. The sun man closed his eyes and went to sleep and hid behind the high mountains. The sky was no longer clear but covered with a dark gray. The afternoon wind blew gently, making the rice flowers sway slightly. The pink color of the afternoon sun likes to add to their beauty. Above are swallows flying as if they want to look at the sky one last time before taking refuge somewhere. Looking at the birds, I wish I had more wings to fly like them. Opaque gray clouds are flying in. The sky is dark blue. The night dew fell and gathered on the grass blades, hidden in the dim darkness that was about to fall. The rice waves sparkled and undulated in the passing breeze. From the horizon, flocks of birds chirped to call their flocks and flew back to their nests. The cranes roamed in the vast and endless blue sky. After a day of grazing, the buffalo also leisurely walked back home under the guidance of the farmer. The farmers also stopped