In the past three years, I can't even remember the number of times I came to this seat at Wenying Lake. Every time, I happily left and returned disappointed because I never encountered a beautiful sunset. However, this time, I finally managed to secure it.
It just rained yesterday, and today the sky is also cloudy and sunny. The clouds in the sky are rolling like my mood. I have encountered the same weather at least three times, and every time I have been drenched by rain. I arrived at the old place an hour early. The wind by the lake carries the wet coolness after rain. I put away my backpack and placed the tripod in a familiar position, aiming the camera at the end where the lake meets the sky
The waiting time is always long. At first, the sky was still a dull gray blue, and the clouds were thick and heavy like cotton wool soaked in water, making it difficult for people to breathe. I rubbed the camera, feeling a chill in my fingertips and a sense of unease in my heart. The disappointment of the previous few times lingers in my mind, will it be like fetching water with a bamboo basket again this time? When my gaze fell on the lake in the camera, I saw that the lake water after the rain was particularly clear, reflecting the changing clouds, which made me have some expectations. I adjusted the parameters, checking the equipment while looking up at the sky, afraid of missing even the slightest change in the clouds.
About half an hour later, a thin crack suddenly opened in the western cloud layer, and a faint golden light leaked out from the crack, like a slender golden sword, piercing through the gray sky. My heart suddenly tightened, then I held my breath and quickly operated the camera to start delayed shooting. I know, this is just the prelude. The golden light gradually widened, and the clouds were dyed a faint orange, like paint melted by warm water, slowly blending around. The wind seems to have softened a bit, the swaying of reeds becomes more soothing, and the chirping of waterbirds also becomes a bit lighter.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the sunset finally appeared. The orange gradually deepened, turning into a passionate orange red, and later, it even emitted a rich rose purple. The thick clouds were soaked in the rosy glow, like a burning sea of cotton, spreading from the west all the way to the sky. The lake surface was also dyed by the rosy glow, with countless tiny light spots dancing on the shimmering water surface, shining in harmony with the sunset sky, making it difficult to distinguish where the sky is and where the lake is. The shutter sound of the camera clicks, capturing this rare scenery one by one. Every time the shutter shakes, the joy in my heart is even greater. After three years of waiting, there is finally a response at this moment.
But this ecstasy didn't last long. Just after filming the sunset, raindrops fell again. The raindrops as big as beans hit the camera, making a clattering sound. I hurriedly put away my equipment and ran into the car. Looking back, the sunset washed away by the rain gradually faded its warm colors, but still retained a faint residual warmth, like a quiet flame, imprinted in my eyes.
The rain soaked my hair and clothes, but I didn't care at all. The smile on my lips couldn't be suppressed. Originally, those long waits were not in vain. As long as you have expectations, you can finally wait for the sunset that belongs to you.