Copywriting on the setting sun in the evening (selected 65 sentences) 1. In fact, the sunset is faster than the sunrise. In just the blink of an eye, the sunset exhausts its afterglow and disappears.

Even this final moment did not leave a shock to people.

Maybe someone, like me, will take one last look at the sunset on the way back.

What did you see?

Maybe I think of its past glory, maybe I see its current reluctance, maybe I can't see anything.

It's just the sunset after all.

In fact, the sunset is not heavy. After all the energy has been exhausted, there is always a moment of silence.

After a brief slant to the west, it sank into endless darkness. It may be helpless, but it is for the beginning of a new day. At least it is always looking forward to a new day.

2. In the distance, the sky and the earth seem to be connected together, and the setting sun is slowly falling toward the ground.

Around the sun, many auspicious clouds gradually gathered, showing their beauty in colorful ways. Could it be that the fairies in the sky were dancing around the sinking sun?

After a while, a few strands of wealth wrapped around the sun, pulling the sun down bit by bit.

The remaining light of the sun turned the sky red, and the clouds lost their colorful light, appearing to be very worried. They silently surrounded the place where the sun disappeared and refused to disperse for a long time.

The world seemed to stop for a moment, and my heart also stopped.

3. The sun is approaching the Western Mountain, and the clouds floating in the sky are changing colors, putting bright clothes on the earth.

To the east, a crescent moon rose, standing on tiptoes.

Looking at the sun with envy.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the wilderness, and the earth seemed to be covered with a golden carpet.

The wheat seedlings seemed to be nodding to the sun frequently, reluctantly shouting: "Goodbye, Father Sun!" The afterglow shone through the leaves and slanted on the flowing river, shining with dazzling light. The river smiled at the sun, as if it was about to sing a song.

Ode to praise the merits of the sun.

4. I like to stand in the sunset, let it shine warmly on me, take a deep breath, as if I can smell the sunshine, which makes me feel relaxed and happy, and I always think that the sunset is the most beautiful time of the day in the sun, such as

The girl to be married is graceful, graceful, affectionate, and smiles like a flower.

5. In the evening, there were sunset glows burning like flames in the sky. The sunset glow was in the shape of a quadrilateral, clustered in clusters, and glowed golden under the reflection of the sun.

Gradually, the sunset glow turned into a small flame, and then grew bigger and bigger. The color of the upper part gradually became lighter, and the lower part became redder and redder. Finally, it became as red as blood.

Standing under the flaming sunset, I felt like I was standing by the stove, how warm it was!

6. When I felt sorry, another wonderful picture appeared in the sky. It showed a lovely giant panda, a first-level protected animal for mankind, followed by a hunter who was chasing after him. Just when the hunter was about to shoot

At that time, I shouted excitedly "Run!"

Maybe the giant panda understood my language, climbed up the bamboo nimbly, and climbed into the sky. Just when I wanted to see the result, the giant panda and the hunter had disappeared.

7. Suddenly, a red sun rose in front of us, and the golden light it shed was like golden whips, driving away the flying clouds and mist.

8. I dream of coming to the desert outside the Great Wall, in the golden sunset, and feel the magnificence of "the sun sets over the long river"; I dream of coming to the beach at the seaside, and from the surging waves, I feel the "rocky rocks piercing the air, and the crashing waves."

I dream of coming to both sides of the Yangtze River, and at dawn, listening to the majestic "The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying"

; I dream of coming to the Drunkard Pavilion in the world, under the cover of sunset, and feeling the comfort of "a drunkard's heart is not in the wine"; I dream of coming to the West Lake in Hangzhou, in the rainbow after the rain, feeling the "light makeup and thick foam are always the best"

"Suitable" beauty.

9. In the evening, the setting sun is like a drunken sunset on the horizon. A couple who are over seventy years old are walking under the afterglow of the setting sun. The old man is sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted and lowered, his eyes are dull, his face is expressionless, and his legs are straight.

The woman was pushing slowly from behind, and a golden ginkgo leaf slipped from her shoulder.

10. Dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; dusk is the other shore, the most comfortable ending before destruction.

This shore, the other shore, connected, is the whole life.

Smiling and sighing in the world of mortals, to the east, who is composing a song for whom; to the west, dusk is still passing by, and smoke and clouds are passing by.

11. A refreshing night breeze blows against my face, as if all worries and fatigue are ignored, and every tense nerve in the body gradually relaxes; the river surface wrinkled by the wind has layers of ripples, reflecting the bright red color

The rays of the sky are like a river of red agate, shining brightly; the small bamboo forest in the distance is shining with a faint green light, and the bamboo leaves are gently swaying in the breeze. The wind blows the leaves with a rustling sound,

It's like singing a beautiful song; the wind in the sky chases, teases, and tears the clouds wantonly.

12. Dusk wind, sunset.

The wildly climbing vines are still stretching their vitality, and the green and yellow overlapping branches and leaves are still verdant with the story of time.

I stared at the mottled and somewhat tragic desolation of this wall, and suddenly felt pity, but I suddenly realized that the one who really needs pity is not it, but myself - its spring will meet again after the cycle of seasons.

But my years are gone and will never come again.

13. The setting sun leaves a long shadow, blood red.

The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk.

Over the citrus groves and narrow melon fields; the sun is the purple of pressed grapes, mixed with burgundy red.

14. Whenever the sunset trembles and the colors gradually flow away, its brilliance is still beautiful and warm, and the afterglow of the setting sun never dissipates its enthusiasm.