昨天傍晚,我又欣赏了一回日落美景。一月的落日真是美妙醉人,景色依旧,只是下午时人显得不是那么明朗。西云漫卷,幻化成色泽不断变幻的粉色薄片,说不出的柔软;空气中也蕴涵了这么多的活力和甜蜜,闭门不出简直是一种折磨。大自然将要说什么呢?磨坊后面的峡谷里,那鲜活的静谧,就连荷马和莎翁都无法用言辞形容——这难道没有一丝意味吗?霞光里,秃树映着淡蓝的底景,如燃烧的尖塔,熠熠闪着光;枯萎的花,凋零的茎,霜嵌的残株,合成一曲无声的乐章。 Yesterday evening, I admired a sunset view again. January’s sunset is really beautiful, the scenery remains the same, but people seem not so clear in the afternoon. West cloud diffuse volume, turned into a constantly changing pink color film, can not tell the soft; the air also contains so much vitality and sweetness, the door is not simply a torture. What Nature is going to say? In the canyon behind the mill, the fresh silence, even Homer and Shakespeare, can not be described in words - does not it mean anything? Bottom scene, such as the burning spire, shining; withered flowers, withered stems, frost embedded in the stubble, the synthesis of a silent movement.