I had dinner in advance and went to the riverside park with my father to watch the sunset. The evening is busy.

Cars are coming and going on the road, and people who have been busy all day are rushing home. Dusk is precious. Although its time is short, people are still doing their own things against time, before dark.

Evening is leisure. A small group of people sat on a stone bench by the river and began to talk and laugh there.

The evening is also beautiful. I looked up, and the sky in the west was almost dyed red: red, orange and pink ... Red clouds are elegant like roses, dignified and elegant like peonies, and refined and refined like hibiscus ... which makes people feel like colored bridges sometimes and colorful rainbows sometimes.

The sun is like a red fireball, slowly sinking, very magnificent. Look! The beautiful sunset is reflected on the river, and gold is floating on the water, as if there are magical little stars shining; The afterglow shines on the building, and the scattered buildings and houses brighten up ... The golden sky, golden roads and dusk bring people a golden mood.

The evening sky is a palette. The sun put away its dazzling light in the charming sunset. Like a blushing little girl, it hides quietly in the mountains.

The sun changed from a circle to a semicircle, then to a red sickle, and finally to a crescent boat, and sailed into the horizon silently. Send the sun away in the evening and let it rise tomorrow.

The sun is new every day, and our tomorrow is always beautiful. Citation information (please keep it when reprinting, thank you! ): article title: 600 words anonymous composition at dusk-original link of composition network: information source: official document easy secretary network.

2. The high school composition with the theme of dusk is attractive in vibrant spring, charming in summer with flowers, worthy of praise in Mid-Autumn Festival with fruity fragrance, and the winter in northern China wrapped in white is really spectacular. However, I love the dusk in the countryside, not only because of its intoxicating charm, but also because it is full of rich flavor of life.

When the sunset scatters its afterglow on the earth, the countryside under the brilliant afterglow is full of poetry and painting, and people's lives here are more fulfilling.

The river is so comfortable at dusk, and the red sunset makes the river red. Touched by the evening breeze, the river has numerous ripples, flowing gently like HongLing. A few fallen leaves drifted leisurely into the distance in the water. Several old people are fishing by the river.

Don't have fun on country roads. The children bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and hurried home with flocks of cattle and sheep. Lovely lamb and lively calf are playing behind their mother. Several naughty children sat on the back of the cow humming country tunes; Some children also use whips to drive away those naughty cattle and sheep. Singing and singing, Cleisthenes and Baa Baa composed a beautiful "Pastoral", which was scattered along this path full of local flavor with the sunset and sunset glow.

In the fields, there is a soft sunset glow rising in Ran Ran, and the red glow is like colored satin, which is smeared on the sky and spread on the ground, and the smiling faces of people who have worked all day are more rosy. They looked at Huang Chengcheng and the golden fields, and the fatigue of the day disappeared.

The farmyard surrounded by poplars is even more fascinating. The afterglow of the sunset shone through the dense trees on this red brick and blue tile house, giving it a layer of Huang Cancan color. Plumes of smoke rose from the chimney. There are white clouds in the sky, and the fresh air is refreshing. Several swallows are catching insects in the air. Chickens, ducks and geese on the ground are walking in front of the door for food. When the last sunset faded, the whole village was shrouded in dusk, and the lights of thousands of households flickered slightly, setting off a beautiful and quiet night. People are immersed in this quiet atmosphere.

What a beautiful country night! Like charming music, like a magnificent picture.

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On a particularly refreshing evening, a white-haired couple, over seventy years old, snuggled up on a park bench and watched the sunset hand in hand. They feel nostalgic and hurt for the present in vain. Old man: Sixty years ago, my father took me to the seaside to watch the sunrise. At that time, when I was young, I asked my father why the sunrise was in the dark and the sunset was in the morning. Old woman: Sunrise is the beginning and sunset is the end. You've said it many times. Old man: 50 years ago, I just started my business, and my partners cheated me out of all my money. I was so angry that I stayed at home all day and lost my temper. My father helped me cheat.

I'm going to pay tribute to those who lied to me and helped me find a job. Later, when he fainted in the street, I realized that my father had a fever ... old woman: it's all over. At the end of your master's life, you also did your duty. Uncle and uncle say that you are the most filial of the three brothers. Old man: 40 years ago, my eldest son was 5 years old. I took him to see the dusk. He asked me which I liked better, sunrise or sunset. I said sunrise, and he said sunset is good. Dusk is the end of the day. The golden clouds all over the sky are very fulfilling. Old woman: The eldest son has been so smart and eloquent since he was a child. Old man: Thirty years ago, Lao Zhang lost his job to keep my job. I feel sorry for him. It is difficult to find another job at this age. But in the end, I found some acquaintances to help him get his job back. He thanked me, and I thanked him. I was grateful and became in-laws. Old woman: A Ning is a good son-in-law. She is smart and capable. In the end, her daughter didn't marry the wrong person. Old man: Twenty years ago ... Old woman: Stop it. Speaking of people's hearts, you should tell more happy things at such a big age. Don't always look back. When people get old, they will go down the past. Old man: How come? We still have 10 years, 20 years, 30 years! We will live a long life! Old woman: It's not for you to decide. Leave it to fate. Oh, by the way, the youngest son's child was finally born this morning. It's a man. He was so happy that he changed his name at once, you know? Old man: What kind of name? Old woman: This is called sunrise! Sue: Then go back to see the sunrise! Old woman: What's the hurry? We'll watch it in the morning. Old man: it's not sunrise, it's grandson! Old woman: Look at you in such a hurry. You're in the hospital. You only look after the children in the morning. Also, the day after tomorrow is your birthday. Ning Er gave me a pair of calligraphy and painting. I read it. Very good. Old man: What's it about? Old woman: But when you see the sun, although it is brilliant, there is no need to be depressed at dusk. Old man: He still knows me. It's getting dark, and the calm just now seems to be lively. There are more and more people in the park. In fact, they are killing the night, waiting for the new sunrise and dusk.

3. The evening is beautiful and quiet in the countryside.

The flowers, grass and trees on the roadside all slept quietly under the caress of the evening breeze. Cordate telosma dressed up for the concert in the evening. The small fish in the river stopped jumping, and the water lilies, lotus flowers and the river all closed their eyes and fell asleep.

The dusk in the countryside is also lively and busy.

In the evening, the birds are busy getting home. Mother bird cooks at home and waits for her little baby to come home for dinner. But some birds love to play. All the other birds have gone home and are still playing outside. Owls are full of energy, ready to catch today's food.

If you go out for a walk in the summer evening, you will often see the country people having dinner. They all moved desks, chairs and meals to the door. They ate widely. The sunset glow on the horizon, the evening breeze, the birds flying overhead and the birds returning home are all their good friends. Together with the rural people, they painted a natural and harmonious landscape.

At night, the insects in the field will sing more beautiful songs than lullabies, so that people who have worked hard all day can get rid of fatigue and fall asleep sweetly.

The dusk in the countryside is so quiet, lively and busy at any time and in any season.

4. Writing on the topic of reading dusk On a particularly refreshing evening, a white-haired couple, over 70 years old, snuggled up on a park bench and watched the sunset hand in hand. They feel a feeling of missing the past and hurting the present in vain. Old man: Sixty years ago, my father took me to the seaside to watch the sunrise. At that time, when I was young, I asked my father why the sunrise was in the dark and the sunset was in the morning. Old woman: Sunrise is the beginning and sunset is the end. You've said it many times. Old man: 50 years ago, I just started my business, and my partners cheated me out of all my money. I was so angry that I stayed at home all day and lost my temper. My father helped me cheat.

I'm going to pay tribute to those who lied to me and helped me find a job. Later, when he fainted in the street, I realized that my father had a fever ... old woman: it's all over. At the end of your master's life, you also did your duty. Uncle and uncle say that you are the most filial of the three brothers. Old man: 40 years ago, my eldest son was 5 years old. I took him to see the dusk. He asked me which I liked better, sunrise or sunset. I said sunrise, and he said sunset is good. Dusk is the end of the day. The golden clouds all over the sky are very fulfilling. Old woman: The eldest son has been so smart and eloquent since he was a child. Old man: Thirty years ago, Lao Zhang lost his job to keep my job. I feel sorry for him. It is difficult to find another job at this age. But in the end, I found some acquaintances to help him get his job back. He thanked me, and I thanked him. I was grateful and became in-laws. Old woman: A Ning is a good son-in-law. She is smart and capable. In the end, her daughter didn't marry the wrong person. Old man: Twenty years ago ... Old woman: Stop it. Speaking of people's hearts, you should tell more happy things at such a big age. Don't always look back. When people get old, they will go down the past. Old man: How come? We still have 10 years, 20 years, 30 years! We will live a long life! Old woman: It's not for you to decide. Leave it to fate. Oh, by the way, the youngest son's child was finally born this morning. It's a man. He was so happy that he changed his name at once, you know? Old man: What kind of name? Old woman: This is called sunrise! Sue: Then go back to see the sunrise! Old woman: What's the hurry? We'll watch it in the morning. Old man: it's not sunrise, it's grandson! Old woman: Look at you in such a hurry. You're in the hospital. You only look after the children in the morning. Also, the day after tomorrow is your birthday. Ning Er gave me a pair of calligraphy and painting. I read it. Very good. Old man: What's it about? Old woman: But when you see the sun, although it is brilliant, there is no need to be depressed at dusk. Old man: He still knows me. It's getting dark, and the calm just now seems to be lively. There are more and more people in the park. In fact, they are killing the night, waiting for the new sunrise and dusk.

5. Write a narrative and lyrical composition at dusk at the speed of 600 words, and the afterglow of the sunset will spread all over the country; Sunset is shining all over the sky, and red is between heaven and earth.

The sunset at dusk, without the shyness in the morning, without the * * * at noon, is only in an affectionate state, holding the rosy clouds and sinking to the other side of the mountain.

People who have been busy for a day, carrying tired bodies, rushed to their respective safe havens, and busy streets and high-rise buildings on both sides intertwined into a picture of returning home. But they just buried their heads in the road, and no one wanted to stop and enjoy this wonderful picture, even if it was only for a second. As a result, this beauty was inadvertently left out. Perhaps the snail under the tree is greedily watching all this, smiling and regretting the beauty of passers-by.

After a day's homework, I sat alone on the bus. There was no one on the bus, only me, the conductor and the driver, and all that was left was the warm wind blowing from the window. I tried my best to recall the beautiful scenery outside the window of the cotton team. After all, this scene is rare in this life; Looking at the passers-by passing by in a hurry, I felt a mysterious feeling of "fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, opening a beach of gulls and herons"; Looking at the rosy clouds in the sky, you can see the misty dreamland of "you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs".

My thoughts are swaying with the sunset and the evening breeze. The bus is still shuttling in the driveway. Not far away, the stalwart sculpture clearly appeared in front of us. In the afterglow of the sunset, she still stands upright, with three gold medals hanging on her chest, a heavy trophy in her left hand and flowers in her right hand. A smug smile floated around her mouth, which was even more dazzling against the setting sun.

The car is getting closer and closer. I clearly saw a white-haired old man sitting on a shiny sculpture, and his appearance was so out of place with this sculpture and this one. I saw the sunset clothed him with a golden coat, but it was hard to hide his haggard face. The years have stained his face and outlined the vicissitudes of life. His tattered and patched clothes seemed to tell passers-by about his painful experience, but no one listened to him and no one pitied him.

I saw his eyes when the car passed in front of him. Although it took less than a second, I still felt the peace and tranquility in his eyes, full of infinite desire. Perhaps it is longing for the sunset to take him home; Perhaps it is longing for those lost happiness to come back to him; Or desire ...

As the car drifted away, I suddenly looked back, and there was a man standing alone in my hometown. The old man was sitting alone, with his upper body snuggled up to the sculpture, and his skinny hands clutched the bag in his arms, staring at the place where the sun rose, staring at ...

As the sun sets, only the sunset glow will accompany me home.

Please write an article on the topic of "Summer"-colorful beauty is natural, and I don't like summer very much.

? Hot weather, extreme heat, lightning and storms are always concentrated in the same season. In the south where I live, the four seasons are not very clear.

The hot summer has brought many bad factors to people's lives. "June is a child's face", and the ever-changing weather often makes people unprepared.

Thunder and showers decorate villages and fields, but it is difficult to decorate farmers' mood. Extreme heat often leads to severe drought or flood.

It's sultry and sleepless, bacteria breed, food goes bad easily, mosquitoes and flies fly around, and you have to be careful of ultraviolet radiation and poisonous snake attacks. For a long time, I always spent a long hot summer under a curse.

? In fact, Fei Xia is completely like this. Because of my age, I have gradually become familiar with the laws of nature and the characteristics of ecology, and the charm of the four seasons has its own style.

I began to examine and appreciate the colorful beauty of midsummer. ? The beauty of sunshine.

If the spring girl is described as light and vigorous, then Xia should be a passionate man. You see, the bright sunshine brings beautiful mountains and rivers and summer colors.

True, clear, true, everything is magnificent. In the sun, tall and straight, well proportioned, showing its true colors.

In the sun, mold was destroyed, mosquitoes and flies flew, and mice and snakes left in a hurry. In broad daylight, all the ugly people fled.

The sun is powerful, sweeping across the earth, magnificent. ? The beauty of green.

In fact, the whole summer is dominated by one color, and that is lush green. Coming from pale yellow and green, summer is full of lush life.

Green radishes, lush locust trees, towering eucalyptus and cypress trees reflect the maturity of life in rich green and colorful colors. The path is shaded by trees and the green leaves cover the sky. People only love and cherish the cool under the trees in the hot summer sun.

? The beauty of fruit. Fruits in the south don't have to wait until the autumn harvest.

After harvesting golden ears of grain in the vast fields, people began the second round of farming and sowing. The sun is shining and many fruits are hanging on the leaves.

Dripping carambola, black and red plum, crispy melon, oil green and yellow olive, rose red plum and mango fragrance. Heavy longan, fat banana, round yellow skin, strings, Haloxylon ammodendron, rows and rows.

Pastoral fragrance, abundant crops, hardworking people like to sing the hymns of summer. The beauty of dusk.

The rain in summer comes quickly and refreshing. The clear sky is full of light, and gold is shining in the west.

The clouds are tender and the sunset glow is red. The rainbow spans, sipping the country at one end and lying in the ravine at the other. Colorful, dazzling, blurred water color, silhouette suddenly far and near.

Rainbow is the beautiful thrush of nature. Sunset is the most magnificent totem of the day.

The sky is fresh, undeclared, not arrogant, bordeaux, warm, huge, round, frozen, like a plate like a cake. The sunset in summer is the truest, the most perfect and the most lovely.

The nights are short and the days are long, and the sun condenses a year's holiday in midsummer dusk. Twilight is like day, people are busy, learning, enriching, happy, creating and writing wonderful chapters in life in the most magnificent time and space of the four seasons.

? The beauty of a summer night. People who curl up in the cold winter wrap the night with thick quilts, leaving no gap in the moonlight.

Wearing autumn clothes, people complain that the sky is not cool and warm in the dry wind. Spring is busy and spring is sleepy, and a new moon hits people's sleeping beds, making them feel disappointed.

Only in the summer night, only in the hot and impetuous midsummer night, can you really share the beauty and brightness of the night. In the village at midnight, the moon is bright and clear.

The sky is so blue, the whole world is pure color, and the stars suddenly shine, so bright and so close that you can pick them with one hand. Under the banyan tree, beside the stone fence, on the threshold, under the melon vine, the story here is not sleepy, floating in the country.

On the ridge of the pond, the night is empty. Tian Chou, city walls, villages, country roads, hills, streams ... At midnight, everything is so loose and everything is so sparse.

Listen carefully, the fields are clear and repetitive, and the morning light is a pillow. It is the wind that suddenly wrinkles a pool of summer water, making it cool and occasionally bringing the smell of crops.

? Summer is the most beautiful season. ? Xia, with his fickle and generous temperament, created a folklore and natural farce, and wrote complex and magnificent contents of the four seasons.

Love for summer is actually love for nature and life. It turns out that all along, our observation of the scenery and peep at the world often inherit the prejudice and bad taste of the past, and often shrink into a seasonal style in the thunder and lightning of rainy summer.

In nature, beauty and ugliness coexist and good and evil are harmonious. If we can see the positive side in life, why are we afraid of the hot thunderstorm in midsummer? ? The charm of summer lies in finding beauty.

Writing Navigation Summer is a challenging season, with scorching sun, flying mosquitoes and flies, and stormy weather. Summer is also a very picky season. Some people hate it, some people like it, some people stagnate, some people make progress ... Taking "summer" as the topic, the composition is also very challenging and selective.

Judging from the writing style, it can not only write characters' notes, but also write scenery and express feelings, which naturally explains the discussion. From the perspective of material selection, the topics are wide and rich, and most students will try to be close to their own lives, or try to describe the scenery in summer or express their feelings in summer.

However, if the topic writing wants to be positive and meaningful, of course, many materials will be irrelevant or outdated, and the topic will be "big" and "empty". The key to writing this topic is how to find the incision of writing.

7. Write Grandpa in the Sunset on the topic of Twilight in the Sunset.

Cui Lanmin

At sunrise, a group of children skipped to school with their schoolbags on their backs. Every time they pass a gatehouse, they should shout "Grandpa Cui" in sequence. When the sun sets, the children who come back from school will shout "Grandpa Cui" as usual. The old man inside the door "ah-ah-"smiled twice and nodded. At night, the old man's face was peaceful. He is my grandfather, a retired man.

Grandpa is very gentle. I have never seen him lose his temper. But now, he says hello to the children except those two "ahhh-",only that stiff smile-he has been aphasia for almost a year after the stroke.

Grandpa has been teaching in our village all his life-anyway, when people in the village mention "teacher", they must mean my grandpa. "The teacher went home to persuade Xiaogang to go to school." "The teacher left an endorsement for Xiaohu." "The teacher brought candy to Xiaoli who played truant again." When he got married, he had to ask the teacher to be the "guest of honor" and he had to "sit in the closet"-write a book. People from all over the world come to ask for Spring Festival couplets. Grandpa wrote and wrote until New Year's Eve, and he couldn't finish it. He is often too busy to write a pair for himself after dinner. But he was very happy and never said a word "tired". I use his hand to put the Spring Festival couplets on the bed and in the box to dry. Sometimes there is only a gap in the ground with a pin. The room is red, bright and full of ink.

Grandpa is full of peaches and plums, my fourth uncle teaches in the city, Zhang's third uncle becomes the director of the county audit bureau, and Chang Xin, who is several years older than me, is now a graduate student ... Every winter and summer vacation, students often send delegations to see teachers. Sometimes they have to have a few drinks and talk enough before they leave. The ear is full of "I wish the teacher health!" "I wish the teacher a long life!" The voice of blessing.

Grandpa likes children, and his face is kind when he sees them. Grandpa has retired for several years and often listens to the radio when he is not in school. He asked us as soon as we got home? Quot Do you know that China's spaceship is going to heaven? ""Do you know that the China expedition planted a five-star red flag in the North Pole? "At night, primary school students often come to beat grandpa and solve the problems in books."

"Ah-ah-"followed by a smile, a stiff smile. Grandpa showed no signs of depression after his illness. Every day, he watched the pupils go to school and leave school with a childlike smile on his face. He greeted the children calmly and listened to his radio. Maybe he said so much in his life and was willing to send away the sunset in a lonely and silent world.

Winter came, and there was a light snow yesterday. Sparkling snowflakes sparkle in the sunset, emitting colorful brilliance, just like a fairy tale. Isn't it time for grandpa to go home? I also want him to try to write a big one? Quot The word "Fu" is posted on the gate!

8. A 600-word composition entitled "Dusk in the Country".

As the sun sets, it is near dusk, and the lonely afterglow floats freely in the evening breeze. This may be a fickle autumn. Autumn has been the source of sadness since ancient times. In autumn, those ancient lyricists can "worry" about a few so-called "classics" that have been handed down to this day by sitting on a stone bench and drinking a small northwest wind. I don't understand why they are inexplicably worried and confused when they see dead leaves falling to the ground. Maybe this is also a boring performance! Just as the old man sees the sunset at dusk, it will remind people of the feeling of desolation all year round.

I don't like autumn dusk very much, because the air at that time was mixed with some coolness, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Because it is early winter after the evening breeze, I like evening best at this time. Especially when the clouds are densely covered, it is a case of Gankun wrapped in silver. All beings are afraid of cold and hiding, so geese fly south one after another, and the deserted villages in the empty world tremble slightly in the howling cold wind. Xiao He composition network

In a flash, my thoughts have flown far away. The extinction of birds; Cang tomb; Empty mountains are speechless; The waves are boundless; Eradicate the desert; The peaks on the horizon at dusk are unspeakable. In an instant, my thoughts traveled through endless time and space, imagining that Wang Xiang, which was dying that year, was probably the same!

So I took the nod and became the overlord of Chu. Facing the ups and downs of the world and tens of thousands of Han soldiers, I am helpless and full of thoughts. I can't help sighing, naked. In the twilight, I seem to be more lonely. The pain and helplessness in my heart covered everything up. I just stand quietly, and time seems to have stopped for me, forever in this eternal and beautiful moment!

Maybe I will find my ignorance in this boundless deep blue sea; Only in the desert where no one sees you will you feel lonely all the time. Only at the top of the towering mountain can I sigh my smallness. So I realized, I began to find my place in this world, and began to go all the way in the sunset for my life!

I like dusk because I like sadness and loneliness. In such an environment, I will think calmly, live with nothing, and be a seriously reflective person!

In the fading dusk, I only see my vicissitudes. When dusk came, I was already in the dusk and could never see it again.