In the evening, as the sunset gradually sets on the mountaintop, there are more people. Taking advantage of the heat, they rush to the fields to take care of the crops, take a leisurely walk together, children who have finished their studies and come out to play, and adults who continue to chat. In this evening, the mountain village became noisy. Facing the gentle breeze, walking on the rural road, watching the gradually setting sun, I suddenly felt a sigh in my heart. Whether it was lamenting the fleeting passage of time or the uncertain fear of the future, there is no definite answer.



At night, the chirping of grasshoppers accompanies the bright moon and stars, which is not present in the city. There are neon lights and noisy cars in the city, but there is no natural sound or scenery. I haven't heard such a loud sound in a long time, such a beautiful starry sky. On the deep blue sky, adorned with bright stars, this scene truly only exists in the sky. There is someone on earth who can paint this beautiful starry sky!