那是发生在今年春末夏至的事情了。那天我随领导一行人来到小阿纽村开展“四群”教育实践活动,这是一个比较偏僻而又贫穷落后的小山村。晚饭过后,闲来无事,我便披上外套,带上相机出去,沿着来时弯弯曲曲的羊肠小道,登上小阿纽村绿树成荫的小山坡,欣赏乡村美丽的日落景色。夏日的傍晚,小阿纽村的风景像一幅瑰丽的油画。残阳如血,晚霞似火,把天空装饰得金碧辉煌,像传说中美丽的天宫一般金光闪闪,锄禾而 That was what happened in the late summer solstice this spring. That day I went with a group of pedestrians who led me to the village of Little Aunu to carry out the “Four Groups” educational practice. This is a relatively remote but impoverished hill village. After dinner, I was busy with nothing, and I put on my coat and took the camera out to climb the small, tree-lined hillsides of Little Ono along the lovely winding trails of the past to admire the beautiful sunset over the country. On the evening of summer, the scenery of the little Anun village looks like a magnificent oil painting. As the sun, sunset like fire, the sky was decorated with magnificent, like the legendary Temple of Heaven in general glittering, hoe Wo