我对故乡的落日有一种几近执拗的眷恋。几年前,我曾为求学踏上离家的路,自此见过数次异乡的落日。丘陵上的黄昏,汲草总是紧紧地贴着地面,笼着一层水汽,映着略显苍茫的大地,可让人有无限遐想。海上的落日,水天相接,云气和雾气环绕着晚霞,仿佛拉住了太阳的最后一点光芒,柔和迷人。还有那戈壁上的浅滩,太阳总是贪恋那片带着枯草的微湿的土地,将尾巴拉得老长,似乎没有尽头,只是应和着松干的沙砾,静谧、和煦。说到底,我还是最偏爱故乡的黄昏,带着晚霞特有的雾霭,似酒,带着丝丝哀愁,浓厚醉人…… I have a nearly stubborn attachment to the sunset of my hometown. A few years ago, I had set foot on the road to study and have seen several exotic sunset since. Dusk on the hills, draw grass is always close to the ground, a layer of water vapor cage, reflecting the vast a little vast, people can have unlimited reverie. Sea sunset, water phase, clouds and fog around the sunset, as if pulling the last ray of the sun, soft and charming. And there’s the shallow beach on the Gobi, the sun is always eager with that piece of grass with the subtle wet land, the tail pulled too long, it seems that there is no end, but should be dry and loose gravel, quiet, warm. After all, I still prefer the dusk of my hometown, with the unique haze of the sunset, like wine, with slightest sorrow, intoxicating ......