My cousin lives in the mountain. Every evening, the most beautiful thing there is the charming sunset.
Standing on the balcony, looking into the distance, is a rolling mountain, about 5 o'clock, the sun will quietly hide behind the mountain.
The sun is still so bright, as if forever young, never old. Gradually, the sun becomes red, and the earth, sky and clouds are also reflected by the sun.
The sun has only half of its face left. It seems to be reluctant to leave. It also wants to see the beautiful East.