太阳已经沉入地平线,天边的红霞逐渐消退成浅红色,黑夜寂静无声地袭来。这个山里小镇的街上,许多饭馆、超市、小店陆续打烊,整条街慢慢安静下来,虽然偶尔有行人走过,但也是步履匆匆,他们所有的心思都是天黑了,赶快回家。家,是倦鸟归巢,是游子归乡。如果人生是一叶小舟,家是最安全而又温暖的港湾;如果人生是首诗篇,那么家是最具柔情而又温馨的段落;如果人生是写满奋斗的巨著,那家更是 The sun has sunk into the horizon, the sky of Hongxia gradually subsided into a light red, silent night hit the quiet. The streets of the town in the mountains, many restaurants, supermarkets, shops one after another slap in silence, the entire street slowly quiet, though occasionally pedestrians, but also walking in a hurry, all their thoughts are dark, hurry back Family. Home, is tired of birds homing, hometown is wanderer. If life is a leaf boat, home is the safest and warm harbor; if life is the first poem, then the home is the most tender and warm passage; if life is full of great works of struggle, that is more