There are only I myself, the sky, and an old whippoorwill; the bird and I are singing songs at dusk on Mockingbird Hill.
Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
Bit by bit the memory which picks up that to lose, lets it pause in this lonely dusk, lets the setting sun put on the blood red color to it, but one kind of moist train of thought surges actually in this time from the eyeground, I just the light shell lovesickness tear fell, all was flowing actually in this dreary company air in the sad night breeze, I have heard own brokenhearted sound.
However, along with rhythm of life quickening nowadays, people are non-stop around the busy for work and life, dragging home with physical and mental fatigue in the moment of cockshut. Given these factors, cooking will certainly aggravate their annoyance. Thus, design for them a simple, fast and convenient electric cooker cooking at a fixed time is of vital importance.
What did Jesus do at the end of the day?
The old man spent most of his twilight years working on his autobiography.
Be sure to catch the moon at dusk, because it sets around nightfall.
It was late afternoon...
Only me and the sky, and an old whippoorwill, singing songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill.
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
To return home at eventide with gratitude
Water, the root of all things, we can not do without water, just as love can not do without, like, you can express love, formed by water, in my eyes, shimmering, soft little heart, the most primitive mountain layer, the most primitive innocence, which is love, due to I affectionately call, in your ears, gently caress, that because of love-mei's voice, indulge in your perseverance, your dedication of love, I can understand, it will be is to return to the human first, a drop of dew into the pure land lying round green lotus leaves, very short to very short drip, but brittle a lifetime love your views, I am barefoot, green leaves for clothing, your fingertips, softly touching each piece of leaf, the world would tremble for us, the beauty of this moment, then sweet cheeks with crimson ground, the horizon of the evening.
W. Boreham: Someday my life`s little day will soften down to eventide. My sunset hours will come.... And then, I know there will arise, out of the dusk, a dawning fairer than any dawn that has yet broken upon me.
I looked up from my typewriter one late afternoon, a little startled.
We have come a brilliant youth, are hovering in the life and death, the more clearly the human world for all, take mosquitoes kind of life, struggling in the evening for the best moment is it not
Arriving in Chungliao at dusk, watching the sun sinking towards the horizon, bathing Hsiliao Village in golden radiance, with fishing boats returning to the docks fully loaded, I believe this to be the most spectacular scenery ever.
Sise switched on the headlights. put the car lights on at dusk.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes.
Moreover, in Qu's sculptures, every figure, either in a group or alienated from a group, shows his fatigue and helplessness. This expression not only reveals the passivity of the authority, but also breaks the admiration of immortal heroes. Qu shows the G? tterd? mmerung moment by the subtle imagery His works describe the natural human desire to terminate something, or be terminated by something. Behind the turmoil and violence are the fears and vulnerability of the hierarchies.