⒈ just out of the east gate, Que moon is hanging. Ink blue sky, starless, like just color silk brocade neat. The lamps, powerless to break the winter cold clear, in the roadside sprinkled with a lonely light. Looking into the distance, the mountains in the night cut out the iron bones. Ancient night buried in the grass temple in the deserted countryside, staged a thousand years of human and fox Zhiqi. Nearby the sparse crowd of people each smiling strangers, passing each other do not know. The night sky east of the star as usual hanging in the black canopy, carefully seem to emit a cold light seems to be formed along the angles of its prominent light, always feel its light like two pearls together, rather than only one in the light. Will be up to a small snowy winter night, the air is cold spread.
⒉The roadside light is also soft under the weak moon. The rows of grass on both sides of the road are covered with their color, and the wind will be crystal. The light and luster solidify on the branches and leaves like a serene tune. The occasional pedestrian walks by, not noticing their presence. I stretch my arms out to swipe over their heads and greet the flora. For a moment, we are familiar strangers. Taking a deep breath, the insects around me suddenly become clear, confusing the early summer night.
3 A thick fog rose around the maze, and the village filled into a sea in the dusky night. The surface of the sea was steaming with water, and the intertwined branches and trunks of the coral were framed in the depths, and the muffled sounds of fish rattling the water kept coming through the gaps between the rocks. A ball of pearl yellow full moon leaps out of the water, that is the tears of the sharks, is the place where thoughts rise, is never to meet with a lifetime of waiting for cohesion of a mail that can never be delivered.
Singing a foot of clear light quietly came to the room, could not bear to pull the curtains. The winter was over in the countryside, and I saw the moonlit night of the winter when I returned to my old house. The world outside is a hazy world of heights and lows as far as the eye can see, and every silent yard is filled with white moonlight. The lights along the highway are like a passing dream. Night, quiet, startled dog barking from the distant wind.
Be careful of the city's lights are not night, lighting up the loneliness of the departed. I'm used to seeing countless gatherings and gatherings, hurrying by, tired of light and shadow.
Select your choice in my heart, there is always a picture of longing. Lonely seaside, a round of bright moon flying to the sea. The sound of seawater floating, slight remembrance. The full moon and the mind **** chirping, flat mirror **** night sky a color. The deep seabed is the place to sleep, memories composed by the bright moon, scattered across the sea, collected by the cape, the wind blows year after year.
Borrow time in a hurry, how many different places, different nights in memory converted into a thousand years. Those night rain, micro stars, moon clouds, lights, but in countless mindless dream up retrospectively intertwined into the light strange tears. It is always a matter of getting used to it, but after that, it is the next stop on the road to loneliness.
The winds blow at dawn and at sunset, blowing down the thin branches of the colorful, in the sunset alone in the courtyard. The stars follow, the moonlight follows, and they follow each other to the ends of the earth, but they do not return. The first thing you need to know is how much of your life you've traveled, and what point of contact I'm on. Before that, how many people passed by, after that, who stayed on my tracks. When everything is back on track and we follow the signposts of life, the familiarity and touches given by those new people and things keep pushing the past into the abyss, into the cycle of alternate worlds. I have gradually faded into oblivion in the life you remembered at the beginning, you in my once unforgettable heart slowly into smoke. I can't forget the warmth you left in my chest a long time ago.
Sneakers The direction of the first glance, always thought it was east. There is a moon in the night sky of the northern sky, and its name is Homesickness. A round of golden moon rises in the night sky of ink brocade, the direction of the illusion, illuminating the north-south long road. The moon casts an invisible light in the sky, and under the white street lamps, the mist is faint, and the endless road seems to stretch straight to the distant moon palace. The year is like a dream, just like a dream, just like this.
1. The night sky in early winter is as elegant as chocolate. Restful and cozy, the cold wind sometimes sprinkled over the earth...sometimes humming a song drifting over the ears...the sweet silence of the scene can not help but produce a beautiful envy.
2. Winter is still so cold. A small room, still their own lonely shadow. In and out are their own footsteps. A person's night, in addition to quiet, or cold. Sometimes, sleeping alone in the cold bed, through their own weak breath, p呵出的薄薄热气. Looking out the window at the dark sky, think about life, what I'm after, I'm not sure, can not find a very clear answer. I can only let myself addicted and tired, and fall asleep blandly.
3, winter nights, when you lie down to read the room, please imagine yourself as a tragedy of the protagonist, in the ups and downs of other people's destiny to experience a handful of happiness and grief. You will thank God that you have escaped the merciless stick of fate.
4, the night is so silent, the TV played a sheepish music, so that my soft inner breeding more sweet fantasies and lingering thoughts, this sweet miss is so picturesque, such as intoxicated, intoxicated in which they can not restrain themselves.
5, winter night, in my warm interior, the lights like a small sun, as if it can give me the sunshine of the winter of Zhuhai, with its warm light penetration into my transparent and simple heart.
6, winter night, pedestrians are rare, occasionally a car drove by, the trees quietly stand, how the ghost of the night ah. Looked at the street on both sides of the house flat days, from time to time there is a string of laughter drifting into my heart, this is how peaceful and harmonious happy night ah, the sky sparse stars blinking eyes looking at all of this on earth, I have disappeared at this time in the middle of this wonderful night.
7, the night is silent, the moon, children and their mothers went to their respective rooms, the husband did not return from a business trip for many days, a person at home, I sit with my cheeks, but the eyes are gazing into the distance through the window, the mind whirled with the figure of the most loved ones. At this point, the lonely and helpless me, as if to feel the real cold and quiet of the early winter.
8. The night is getting deeper and deeper. When people from the lively drama out, lying to the thick bedding to do a warm sweet dreams, quietly listening to the snowflakes falling I will go to the window sill, will reach out to the window to feel the temperature of the snowflakes; sometimes, I will be in the silence of the late night out of the house, standing in the empty premises, and the snowflakes flying with a zero-distance conversation.
9, it was a late winter night, I dreamed in the middle of the night, suddenly was a breath strongly wrapped, the breath rose up in the air, pouncing, covering the sky, such as the waves of the sea like a surge, such as arashi fog from the valley rising, up and down, repeatedly attacked me, so that I was powerless to resist. That scent was getting thicker and thicker, filling my entire room, it was a long-lost scent, a warm fragrance with a sweet, silky coolness, and it seemed like a long time since I had smelled it. I pushed open the window, a cold wind came to my face, it is also this smell, a cool and sweet cleaner, with a sour sadness, overflowing with honey, I once again exactly argued that it is the smell of peaches from the wilderness.
10, the warmth of the winter night, is God's outstretched hand of mercy. Like after enduring the summer heat of the day, it will be in the evening wind into some cool, so that people feel the breeze blowing gentle and cool. I think the warmth of the winter night, but also God's loving heart, in order to comfort us to endure the cold day a compensation.
11, the night, and in the bewilderment of the arrival, the cold makes tonight miserable, lonely make tonight sleepless. Chaotic days, empty memory, I do not know if I still have a heartbeat. Outside the window of the cold wind, a few dead trees swaying in the cold wind, the dim light elongated tree branches swaying shadow, seems particularly bizarre. Inside the house, the sadness masks a man's temperature, floating a thick layer of sad vicissitudes.
12, winter night park, silent, cold, no one. Occasionally in the darkness of the tunnel walked past a silhouette, looks like a ghost. That in the summer time to see the clamor and bustle, at this time there is no more. The darkness is heavy, there is no light, there is only a little light reflected in the street across the street. There was also the white light of snow on the grass. Broken dead leaves scattered on it. This white in the darkness, vaguely let me feel the smell of plant corruption and death.
13, the night of winter less lively and lively, but added a few points of peace and quiet. Busy day people can sit in front of the fireplace of the prosperous hearth, build a cup of hot tea, taste a cup of wine, cook a steaming meal, enjoy their own kind of warmth and comfort. Outside the world is quiet, but the personal "world" is bustling with activity, which may be the poet said the beauty of winter. Often people complain about the winter cold, but do not know that the world is precisely because of the winter cold, we can experience the warmth of the spring breeze and the autumn breeze of the coolness, will usher in the spring of the white flowers and the golden autumn. In the journey of life, only through the winter-like cold and harsh, there will be the joy of harvest and happy moments.
14, the winter night is not only cold and lonely, but also contains a myriad of beauty, this beauty comes from the heart, is the inner depths of a curling smoke. Like the bells of vespers, far away, with devout prayers and good wishes, will be beautifully sown in every corner.
15, the moonlight is so cold, trembling feeling like a grain of gravel, gently hit me like a pool of gentle lake water at the bottom of the heart, gently rippling, reflecting the dribs and drabs, fine and broken memories of the past. Especially in this cold as water in the winter night, the mood of depression is aggravated by the infatuation of the past love, in the silence of the night, in this distant quiet overflow, let this beautiful miss kiss their souls, so that closing their eyes will be able to see the love of that crystal clear love. 16, around the trees in the depression silence, the shade of the shadow of the shade of the heavy, looks a heavy, it seems that you can not cross the past. I raised my head and looked at the sparse treetops, no leaves, branches empty, no language, a cold look. In the thick black night, there is a hook of yellowish curved moon, bowie knife-like, and then there is a sparse and simple few stars, the stars seem to be set on it, distant and small, it looks like a nail in the sky.
17, the winter night sky in the white of the earth set off more deep blue, let a person feel lonely and bleak winter night. A few stars are dancing in the distance, and a moment later, the stars will be hidden in the night sky. The sky was as black as if it had been smeared with ink.
18, the roadside lights emit yellow light, very dazzling. At that moment, I felt as if there was a stranger behind me following me, God's ghost, I just stride stride stride stride stride, and often look around. When I realized that there was no one else, I continued walking fast again. I was in a state of apprehension.
19. It was a cold, windy winter's night, and it happened to be Christmas Day. It was snowing in the sky, the north wind was blowing, and there was a bright star on top of a Christmas tree. Standing at a distance it looked as if the star was shining.
Beautiful sentences describing the night scenery1, the moon in the sky, the stars are bright, the beautiful sea of heaven is more memorable. The stars are blinking their little eyes to guide the way for the passers-by, and the moon is curved like a small boat, traveling on the sea of heaven. Modern poet Xiang Ming's "Serenade" wrote: stars, shining in the blue sky; blue sky, reflected in the river; stars, blue sky and river, all soaked in the fragrance of the flowers ......
2, the sound of the bell came leisurely, accompanied by the hazy night, accompanied by the cool night wind, what can be thought of, what can be set aside, gently sucked in a breath. took a breath, there seems to be a faint fragrance of flowers, distant light and refreshing, this is the best time of the year in the hometown, because, winter is too dry and cold, autumn is too dilapidated, summer is too hot, only in the spring of this time, in the trees, flowers have not yet fully bloomed, the body and mind is also the most enjoyable, especially in the evening, at night, in the night time.
3, the field, in the moonlight, like being laid on a silver veil, that feeling is aggravated a few points. From time to time came the sound of frogs, but also not lost that should belong to the tranquility of this place. Overall, it seems that the quiet night, like a picture of love: rows of houses like sleeping babies; fields and trees around them, like a cradle, gently rocking; that kind of frogs chirping, as if the mother in the sleep of their own children's lullaby, harmonious and melodious.
4, nightfall, the sky gradually dark, that with a circle of gold ring with the moon finally rose! She, first golden golden, slowly through the smoke like white clouds, up, up. Suddenly, at that moment, the moon's color became lighter, lighter! White! She rose up proudly. She rounded so lovely, so pure and quiet, like a silver jade plate reflecting a silver light!
5, next to the road, a row of street lamps shine in the night, so that the night is no longer dark; in the road, a car speeding, so that the night is no longer lonely; houses, a string of decorative lamps dress up the house, so that the night is no longer ugly ...... Look, that intersection out of a song. Waiting for the red light of the car issued by the horn, crossing the street bicycle issued by the ringing bell, and that pedestrian walkway passers-by issued by the sound of talking, the whole street played into a noisy and annoying music.
6, the sky, more and more dark, the moon at this time do not know where to hide, perhaps hidden in the clouds to sleep it? But the lights in Yuexiu Mountain are brighter! You see, the "dragon and phoenix lights" keep waving to us; "Avanti" riding a small donkey towards us squinting; "space shuttle" is spinning fast, seems to be about to shoot! To the space ...... fragrance of flowers, people's songs and laughter in the valley of Yuexiu Mountain echoed for a long time.
7, the city's night scene is the opposite of the countryside, it is full of lively and joyful, the lights on the road glittering, high-rise buildings to do the decorative neon lights colorful, the whole city lit up as day. Vehicles on the road stop and go, the sound of horns continuously, forming a pleasant symphony. The streets are crowded with people, and the stores are open and ready to welcome customers.
8, in the night, on both sides of the path is what tree so high into the clouds, oh, feet almost stepped on the trumpet like sycamore flowers; smell more and more rich fragrance of the flowers, stepped into the quiet grove, my body and mind have been in the distant clouds, as if they also become a tree, and around the tree with the breath, only, I am their night passer-by, a hasty passer-by just. Then I traveled through the endless forest of time ......
9, at night, you may be sitting in the classroom, the window is dark. The lights overhead shine brightly. Looking out the window, you see cars driving around outside the window, and the playground is dark, only the stars and the moon shine their bright all to the earth, and the grass on the ground stretches out its thin little hand, as if to express its gratitude miles!
10, the countryside at night is full of tranquility and peace, moonlight on the road without a person, only to see the shadow of the tree, the breeze blew through the leaves swaying, the shadow on the ground with a variety of gestures. Looking far away, you can also see the faint light, now and then, adding a bit of mystery.
11, suddenly, a beam of beautiful light shone over, looked up, it turned out to be the Oriental Pearl Tower. The color is beautiful, like a huge colorful diamond, shining with colorful light. All kinds of boats floating on the water, the boat above the advertising lights radiating colorful light, see my eyes dazzled.
12, walking alone in the cool colorful night, shake off all the sadness and fatigue, relaxed, do not have to think about any worries, no longer be the world of trips, looking at the water slippery bright reflection, there is a hint of lethargy in the surge of thoughts, I am the shadow of the night, but also the soul of the night.
13, night, Hong Kong's Victoria Harbor night scenery is really beautiful. Standing on the remote viewing platform of the Victoria Peak, you can see all the night scenery of Hong Kong. A block of skyscrapers as high as the sky crutches stand in the center of Hong Kong. Countless colorful lights like a star falling from the sky, scattered on top of the Optimus Prime, looks very beautiful.
14, the stars filled the sky at night, holding my sister's hand out for a walk, the mood is exceptionally happy. As far as the eye can see, the eye is abound in skyscrapers, banks and other buildings on some of the sparkling lines and beautiful drawings. Some of these lines have always maintained the same color and the same pattern, and some of them will be changing wonderfully all the time. At one time it is red and yellow interlaced straight lines, at another time it is a light blue curve, and at another time also with colorful lines around a variety of shapes.
15, the moon in the night sky like a shy little girl, shyly from a cloud behind half a head, secretly peeping out. Stars, twinkling brightly. One point, two points, three points. Sparkling, twinkling, box a naughty childish, but also full of mysterious wisdom eyes. They seem to see me, and I played a "hide and seek" game. The dexterity of the body, dazzled me.
16, the sky is getting darker and darker, the deep blue sky inlaid with dense small stars. The stars are like a group of lovely children, blinking their eyes around Granny Moon, as if listening to her tell stories.
17, evening, the sky gray, this time, a high building lights have been lit up one after another. Then, the street lamps car lights also scrambled to light up, the whole road was suddenly bright, a light like a firefly in the dance. After a while, neon lights also lit up. Neon lights are ever-changing, a moment of red, a moment of green, a moment of half purple and half yellow, really colorful, beautiful. Now, Shanghai seems to wear a shiny dress.
18. The moon lights up half the sky. Only in the distant sky can see one or two stars, shining brightly, the two stars naughty winking eyes, a flash, lovely. The Wanquan River, which had been rushing all day, calmed down and flowed quietly. A round full moon is reflected in this water, and the evening wind blows, the waves are sparkling. Ah! The surface of the river is bright, the whole wide surface of the river is like a mirror, like a ribbon full of jewels. The ground is bright, a glance at the white piece, really like a cover.
19, when the night fell, the stars filled the night sky, blinking at us, the bright moon as if it has long guessed our minds, she opened the curtain, opened the smiling face. At this time, the moon is so gentle, she will be yellow light gently sprinkled on the earth, cascading into every corner.
20, the river at this time more ghostly, the large river, can not see a little movement. Fog on the river, a thin fog to the death of the same silence of the river shrouded, pressed. Originally silent river let the fog so a cover, become very mysterious, terrible. Suddenly there is a little bright things moving, attracted my attention to it. At first still blurred, after fixed eyes, is a ship, lighted in the dark river traveling. It wasn't fast, it was silent, and without the colored lights, I'm afraid no one would have noticed it. It gradually accelerated, slowly, quietly, and finally disappeared from my field of vision, leaving only the darkness, a alone watching the night scene of me.
21, when the earth gradually became quiet, the nightshade from the high wall to poke his head, exuding a tantalizing fragrance. The brother of the tree beside her is also intoxicated and swaying the crown on his head. The street is like a golden belt stretching into the distance under the illumination of the lights. The sleeping Yongjiang River is reflected in neon lights of various colors. When a gust of wind blew, the picture shattered and scattered into small fragments flickering on the river. I am afraid that only a painter can depict such a per view! Its exterior is so simple. But its interior is very luxurious five-star hotels and office buildings, the 88th floor is a sightseeing hall, this is much higher than the Oriental Pearl Tower, the world's third largest high-rise, from which looking down, pedestrians and cars are miniature, sesame seeds as black as black, at this time, my legs can not help but begin to shiver, because this high-rise is really too high, although I do not have a fear of heights, but I am still very afraid of it,
2, according to the According to the old Chongqing people say, to see the night view of Chongqing, non-Nanshan a tree belongs to, where you can overlook the panoramic view of Chongqing, the great Yuzhong Peninsula can be seen, but I have so far, in addition to passing through it once, have not really climbed to go, perhaps above to see Chongqing is indeed the most beautiful, but Chongqing can see the night view of a good place far more than this one, in the liberation monument square can look around the high-rises of the flow of light and color in the south of the waterfront can be seen in the south of Yuzhong. The south side of Yuzhong, the north side of the north side of Yuzhong, Yuzhong can see the south shore, the ink color of the Nanshan is the best footnote and accompaniment of the night ......
3, looking at the moon in the sky, as if to see the beautiful mythological fairy Chang'e with their own Jade Rabbit in the moon to dance on the moon to dance their own favorites. It also shows its colorful and versatile, if you saw this picturesque scene that day, you will not be able to help but say, "The magic of nature and the colorful scenery is so different."
4. The light wind is like a mischievous elf, playing in the long hair of the female students and playing a rustling song in the small bamboo forest. Yang Yujuan
5. Normally, the moonlight can easily seep through the gaps in the trees and generously cascade over the sparkling water. Dai Zhoujie
6. The Qing dynasty's Wang Erjian wrote a poem that reads: "The Yuzhou house is high and low, and the stone city is close by. Who will be the ten thousand house torch, shooting a river bright. The waves roll the light is difficult to hide, the clouds flow the shadow from the clear. I can see the endless meaning of Tianshui **** crystal."
7, around a few bends, came to a small garden. Poplar trees, sycamore densely surrounded, they are also afraid of cold? Calm water dotted with a few points from the classroom leaked out of the light, she also love to dress it; lonely pavilion stands. The silhouettes on the ground are slightly mottled as the moonlight falls. The entire garden was eerie. Pan Yi Yi
8. The soft moonlight and the light merged into a dim world, vague and hazy, depicting the outline of that corridor. That corridor was connected to a small stone path. The top of the corridor was crawling with unknown vines. Covering the corridor overhead, it was like a huge green umbrella propped up overhead. The moonlight cast many "stars" on the corridor through the gaps at night, and walking on the corridor at night was like roaming between the rivers. It's a kind of comfort that's hard to describe. Jin Chunxiao
9, Shanghai is a prosperous and beautiful metropolis, not only in the morning is majestic, even the night scene is also unique.
10, look up, tonight's night sky no stars, only a few lonely stars, struggling to shine, sporadically distributed, like a discarded glass marbles, and I, like, lonely. The whole night sky is like an ink disk, with a layer of faint clouds in the air, adding to the misty night sky that is not bright at all. Xu Ruopei
11, the sky, dark blue, seems to be a momentary negligence, ink on rice paper flooded, spreading unscrupulously to the distance, while the distant color is light. The moon is half hidden in the clouds, like a sweet smile, cover up the lips. You Jiajun
12, listen, the small bamboo forest clattered rhythmically, it is the wind girl! These sounds are interwoven into a natural and beautiful music, make people relaxed, as if into a mysterious colorful world, make you linger. Zhou Qiao
13, the evening wind blowing the leaves, the moonlight stretched a pair of lovers. Luofu's night color, naturally, is not without their careful embellishment. It should be a quiet but lively, cold but romantic night! Chen Xiaoxiao
14, all the music is silent night dark and rainy night is as cool as water moon stars sparse cold and eerie night curtain low night rain knocking on the window
15, I left the Oriental Pearl Tower and Jinmao Mansion, I came to the Huangpu River in Shanghai, this time, the night falls, the setting sun shines on the river, the Leifeng Pagoda of the Leifeng Sunset. The river's water constantly rushing to the dam, as if to give the dam a bath, sometimes, the river splashed on the face, feel very comfortable and exciting, as if the river to give a kiss.
16, the setting sun put away its last smile, the twilight gently down, the night ground thick black wings gently covered the earth, everything is quiet, only the river in the clattering flow.
17, fine moonlight sprinkled on the grass covered with fallen leaves, the mind are childhood memories, fallen leaves, the smell of soil and branches and leaves wandering in the air, giving me the familiarity of my hometown. Li Min