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The sunset is hanging in the air, just like a jade plate. It shines on the person's face, and the human face is as if it is coated with a layer of gold; it shines on the water, the river floats, and it seems that a magical little star is shining; it shines on the green trees. The green tree is like a layer of oil, which looks more green.
The sunset is the world's greatest makeup artist. The bright clouds of the sky are carefully dressed in the setting sun, and they are smashed into a beautiful sunset, and they are clipped into the blue sky
