In the three years I've been at home, this morning glow has only appeared twice, and this is the second time
The last time I took a photo was at the small pier by the lake, where the shimmering water waves reflected the rosy glow, like scattered gold on the lake. And this time, I originally planned to use one that grew on the shore
A tree with a peach heart as the foreground, but its orientation is not in the direction of the rising sun, and the rosy glow cannot cast an ideal halo on it. I had to choose a new parking spot and search along the riverbank. In the end, I found a wide square and stood in the center as a focal point, with the camera firmly aimed at the eastern sky.
Next, it's time to wait for the morning glow performance. At this moment, the sky was still sinking in a light gray, and the eastern horizon had a faint glimmer of light, like the light colors that had not dried in ink paintings. The square was quiet, with only occasional morning winds sweeping up a few fallen leaves, and the rustling sound was particularly clear in the open space. I adjusted the camera parameters, locked my gaze tightly on the bright area, and even breathed lightly, afraid of disturbing the prelude of this morning.
Not long after, the brightness of the east gradually became stronger, and a hint of orange red gradually blended in the light gray, like a painter accidentally knocking over a cinnabar box, and the color slowly spread along the sky. At first, it was a faint and gentle orange, but in an instant it became intense, like a ignited flame, slowly devouring the darkness of the horizon. I held my breath and watched as the orange red gradually revealed a fiery red, like magma surging and like a raging fire spreading upwards from the horizon, dyeing half of the sky into a sea of flames.
The rosy glow became increasingly brilliant, with a hint of golden orange interweaving in the crimson. The radiance grew stronger, as if a raging fire had truly ignited in the sky, and even the air seemed to be tinged with warmth. The clouds were penetrated by the rosy glow, and the edges were coated with a dazzling golden border, some like burning cotton wool, fluffy and soft yet with a burning temperature; Some are like rushing flames, rolling and surging, spreading towards the distance. I quickly pressed the shutter button, and the click sound was particularly crisp in the silence, capturing this fiery brilliance in the lens.
At the most stunning moment, the rosy glow almost filled the eastern sky, with layers of crimson, golden orange, and orange yellow blending together, like a rich and colorful oil painting. The light penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, casting golden beams of light that landed on the ground of the square, stretching my shadow very, very long. The houses in the distance, the vegetation on the riverbank, were all coated with a warm halo by this rosy glow, even the cold buildings on ordinary days appeared gentle.
The brilliant morning glow lasted for a long time before gradually fading away the intense colors, the light became softer, and the sky slowly regained its clear blue. I put down my camera and looked at the gradually brightening sky, my heart filled with shock and satisfaction.
In the three years I have been at home, I have only seen this scenery twice, and each time it makes me feel that all the waiting is worth it. This brilliant morning is the most touching surprise in ordinary days, allowing me to find a rare tranquility and warmth in the hustle and bustle of life.