Chapter 16 A touch of setting sun

My desk is facing the north window, and I sometimes look away from the display screen. In the sunny space, there is a red building on the left, a white water tower on the right, a large bungalow in the middle, and Beiguan in the north. Going north from there, there is a canal flowing slowly.I think so, a look, is a step into the sun, the sun is in my field of vision, those orange rays, they kill a lot of gray tones. I also feel that life is quietly diminishing through the changes of the sun. Some morning sun is the day when I am lucky to get up early. In the morning sun, they are all pink, like fresh rose juice soaked in water and dispersed.The afternoon sun is bright.Especially in the afternoon, there are at least three groups of pigeons, they circle or fly, their white wings cut the golden sunlight.In the quiet afternoon, the situation is still the same. Walking in the sunny sky leads my eyes to fly to the south of reverie.

In my opinion, it is in the evening. It is painted on the walls of red brick buildings and white water towers. It has a warm tone of gentleness and brilliance. The setting sun that cannot be beaten by the north wind in winter is painted freehand. , it is a thick stroke, with golden color as the base, simply smeared with deep red of rose, and then covered with a thin layer of pink of velvet rouge, it is a compound tone, at a casual glance, this color It also emits a blend of cold and warm light.Every time I look at the setting sun, I feel a little hesitant, as if my eyes are welded by the light of the setting sun, some eager coolness, some lost hopes, some emotions rising leisurely from the bottom of my heart, some emotions that only the setting sun can express, through the window glass, Drift in time, run away from life.

In my impression, the sun in the new year of 2005 seems to have no essential difference from the sun in 2004, but I feel that it is newer, which is in line with the concept of the new year and the new sun. From the understanding of meteorology, it is constant. The sun, life is old when it is new, and we grow old when we welcome every new year. The setting sun, when the sun puts away its afterglow, the stars will light up from the night.All the stars, like ten thousand fragments of day, are framed in a black curtain of night.I like the moon sometimes, but that moon must be the moon in the southern country.What is immortal in life?Just have the sunshine.I want to be a sunny rich man, maybe, I can't do anything, I just want to find some scattered time, sometimes I will hold a glass of light rice wine to face the setting sun.I also regard it as a cup of tea, such as Tieguanyin, which is brewed with boiling Nongfu mountain spring. On the steam of the electric kettle, it is boiled for a long time of wandering. My soft and cool southern country is still boiling hot north.

The setting sun like a friend, my eyes reflect it, it's just such a time, I can't find a way to collect it, to collect a touch of the setting sun.There are still some subtle desires in my heart, as if there is a way to pull out the silk thread in the sun, the imagination after weaving tea, I tap on the keyboard, the corners of my eyes may condense with dew, bit by bit, moistening the memory in my memory home.The field where the ox walks, or the hill where the heron lives.Green waves of pine and bamboo, blue rivers, villages with white walls and black tiles.There is always some love floating, the shallow water is slightly rippling, the indifferent moonlight, the floating fireflies, and the frogs in the lotus pond.However, the turning point of thinking was projected by a setting sun, and that bright color was deeply etched in the memory.