Waiting for the sunset by the side of the 17-arch bridge was not too comfortable on acold winter day with strong wind piecing through. It was nice to have the companion of several photography enthusiats, even though we already couldn't speak too fluently with our tongues disabled by the coldness.
The sky was extremely clear and the view of the western hills and the Yuquan Pagoda on the backdrop was poetic. The sun set quietly and there was no spectacular color except for a warm orange glow. There was not even a piece of cloud. Very peacefully the day went into the night mode.