傍晚时分的云,就像天界悬挂的织女锦缎,用太阳的色彩染得通红通红的;又像儿时最爱吃的棉花糖,感觉触手可及,其实仍在远空飘着。“万云归西”的景色令我陶醉。不远处的黄豆田里,一个单薄的身影正在暮色下忙碌着。夕阳的余晖洒在空旷的田野和她的身上,这橘红色的余光让她原本瘦小的身影更显苍凉。这仿佛是一幅油画,尽管火红的天空占了一大半,可主角却是那小小的身影。咦,为什么这么晚了外婆还会在田里?“外婆!”我呼喊着跑向外婆。外婆转过身来,似乎很惊讶。“外婆,天都要黑了,你怎么还在田里呀!” Clouds in the evening hours, like the weaver’s damask dangling from heaven, dyed red and red with the colors of the sun. And like the favorite cotton candy in childhood, it was still in the air. “Wan Wan Gui Xi ” scenery makes me intoxicated. Not far from the yellow field, a thin figure is busy under the twilight. The twilight of the setting sun sprinkled in the open fields and her body, this orange red light let her had a thin figure even more bleak. This seems to be a painting, although the red sky accounted for more than half, but the protagonist is that little figure.咦, why is so late Grandma still in the field? “Grandma!” I shouted to grandma. Grandmother turned around, it seems very surprised. Grandma, the sky is dark, how are you still in the field!