At the junction of water and sky where the sun sets, there is still a faint blush remaining. Overlooking the dusk of the small town, it is like a golden moon falling from the Milky Way, kissing the countryside of our hometown. From the village with smoke rising from the kitchen, there are occasional barks of dogs and roosters, as if it were a distant and hazy dream. The sun shone its final radiance on the branches of the forest, and a bright star shone brightly on the azure sky. The dusk is beautiful, and the sunset is like a red fallen leaf falling onto the ground covered in yellow dust. The hills under the setting sun have turned dark purple, like reefs in a sea of clouds. I saw the sunset falling through the cracks in the pine forest, subduing its radiance, then throwing down the clouds and sliding alone to the horizon. The clouds cannot rely on the beautiful radiance of the sun to dress themselves up, and the colors gradually fade from crimson to pink. A large fireball like sunset finally rolled down to the back of the Western Mountain, and the sunset also absorbed its last glow, making the world dim. As night falls, the azure sky is dotted with countless small stars, as if inviting people to explore the vast expanse of space. The dusk is like a big gray net, quietly falling down and covering the entire earth. The dim dusk gradually lowered, and the sky and earth stitched together. The boundless wheat fields changed from emerald green to deep blue and dark gray.