Every day at seven o'clock in the afternoon, dusk came to my window punctually, talking to himself about the new day and its discovery. The sparkling surface of the river reflects the solemnity of the church on the shore; The bell rang after school, and a cluster of swallows were about to return north; The bustling crossroads are the intersection of the brief convergence of all kinds of lives. Hurried and hurried, rushing to the next stop of life. Only the dusk in front of the window, it seems to have never changed, a golden coat, connecting the rotation of day and night. From time to time, I deserted and dyed my windowsill beautifully. Ah, Dusk, I want to fall in love with you.
The play of light and shadow at dusk is staged in front of the window, and day and night are intertwined at this moment, like a beautiful picture. The sun is sinking in the west, and the earth is covered with a golden veil. The light, like a gentle touch, caresses every inch of land and every heart. The trees outside the window, in this interweaving of light and shadow, seem to dance happily, celebrating this short but beautiful time.
The daily dance music in front of the window is the slight ripples on the surface of the river, and the melodious bells in the church bell tower. In this twilight moment, they are intertwined to compose a beautiful music. The old days in that wave of light seem to tell one moving story after another, making people fall into endless reverie.
The bell of school startles the late returning swallows, who flock to soar through the air, as if chasing the fading day. These little beings, in this twilight moment, give the sky infinite vitality and vitality. At that moment, I seemed to see the expectation in their eyes, looking forward to a new tomorrow, looking forward to a future that belongs to them.
Life at the crossroads is extremely busy at this twilight moment. Office workers are hurrying, students are laughing, and vendors are busy hawking. At this moment, they are all working hard and struggling for their own lives and dreams. This bustling crossroads, like a short stage, shows the world and makes people feel a lot of emotion.
And I, sitting alone in front of the window, looking at the busy world, have a sense of peace in my heart. Because I know that in this twilight moment, I can meet it and fall in love with it. The dusk in front of this window is like a beautiful lover, it has never left, nor has it changed. In its own way, it tells me that the beauty of life lies in this tranquility and perseverance.
Ah, Dusk, I want to fall in love with you. In this busy world, you are my solace and you are my hope. Whenever I'm tired, whenever I'm lost and helpless, I come to the window, look at you, feel you. Your golden coat seems to be the driving force for me to move forward, and your brilliant colors are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Every day at seven o'clock in the afternoon, you will come to my window on time and tell me what you have discovered for the new day. And I will also wait for you quietly at this moment, hug you, and spend this wonderful time with you. Because I know that in this world, there are some good things that can never be recovered once they are missed. Therefore, I am willing to cherish every moment I meet you, and cherish this quiet time that belongs to me and you.