周日傍晚,我和妈妈在收小麦。随着太阳西坠,我和妈妈仿佛置身于瑰丽的油画中。举目远眺西边的天际,太阳红彤彤的,像一个熟透了的西红柿,真想咬一口,那汁液一定又酸又甜。被太阳映成玫瑰色的云块,在天空变幻着各种姿势。你瞧,它们时而像一匹奔腾的骏马, On Sunday evening, my mum and I were collecting the wheat. As the sun falls, my mother and I feel like being in a magnificent oil painting. Lifting the horizon to the west, the sun is red, like a ripe tomato, really want to bite, then the juice must be sour and sweet. Reflected in the sun rose clouds, in the sky changing a variety of postures. You see, they are sometimes like a galloping horse,