The setting sun gradually descended.
It painted the grape vineyard with a layer of yellow halo, the grape varieties were numerous and colorful, yet what attracted the most attention were those sparkling, transparent grapes. White as white agate, red as ruby, purple as amethyst, black as black jade; long, round, oval; with seeds, seedless; rose-scented, crisp, glutinous... bunch by bunch, plump, firm, sweet, dazzlingly brilliant. Here, grapes were common knowledge, and every grape harvest season, the vineyard bustled with tourists coming for sightseeing, tasting, and picking. The vineyard, however, presented a scene of prosperous harvest. Passing through the cool grapevine corridor, an endless vineyard appeared before the eyes, clusters of fresh and juicy grapes nestled among the green vines, each like crystal shining especially bright in the sunset.