Summer nights, when there are many mosquitoes, I sit under the acacia tree with a bushel fan, and look at the little bit of blue sky ...... (Lu Xun) through the cracks of the dense leaves
The latter part of the night in the fall. The moon had gone down, the sun had not yet come out, and there was only a patch of dark blue sky left; everything was asleep except the things that traveled by night. (Lu Xun)
The dusk at the end of autumn always comes very quickly, before the water evaporated by the sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates. The sun sets into the western mountains. So the arid wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peaks poured down on the villages more quickly, and the shadow grew thicker and thicker, gradually mixing with the night color, but soon, again, it was candled by the moon into a silvery grey color. (Feng Deying)
The bright moonlight adorned the night sky in spring, as well as the earth. The night sky is like a boundless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. Dense stars, like small sparks rippling in the sea water, flickering and dancing with tiny points of light. The fields, the villages, the trees, in their ethereal sleep, were cloaked in a silver veil. The mountains, hidden, like clouds, and like islands in the sea, as if to summon the ships of the night voyage, from time to time flashed a little two points of reddish fire. (Wu Qiang)
The road next to the waves like rolling high and low loess. The sun is buried in the yellow soil, glowing flesh red. However, the sun is still burning with great vigor, burning their flesh to a purple-black color, and it seems to smell a burnt smell. (Zhang Tianyi)
The bitter, hot air seemed to have come to a standstill; the hot faces waited sorrowfully for the wind, but the wind did not come. The sun shone hotly in a sky of dull blue; on the bank opposite to us was a field of yellow-orange oats, with absinth growing in some places, and not even a single ear of wheat was shaken. (Turgenev)
When the sun first showed its face, I walked along the creek toward the village, and the mist, so light and clear, and the smell of wet earth, so moist, could not help but pounce on my face and penetrate my nose. (Fangzhi)
The moon, which is about to be full, gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly covered the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to rise above the fields, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke on the fields disappeared, and the water-like clear light washed over the soft autumn night. (Liu Shude)
The night of this day, not even a single cloud, the sky is blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, had just risen from the eastern edge of the sky, and then shyly burrowed into the leaves of the trees to hide again. (Liu Zhen)
The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been swallowed up for a long time, jumped out all of a sudden, like a golden plate just out of the refining furnace, brilliant and golden, illuminating the whole earth with bright light, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, the grasshoppers in the grass, and the birds on the branches of the trees were all wakened up by the brightness of the sudden arrival, and they cheered, jumped, and chirped loudly. (Wang Zifu)
In August in the south, the sun is blazing. At midday, the sun makes the leaves of the trees curl up. Mockingbirds kept raving with their long voices, adding a layer of annoyance to the sultry weather. (Kim Kyung-mae)
The flickering purple-red sunset, half-hidden behind the aspen trees on the main road, casts a purple-red light on the awakening earth. Gradually, lifting the dazzling clouds, the sun appeared like a ball of fire, pouring its fiery red light on the trees, on the plains, on the sea and on the whole earth. (Maupassant)
There is no moon at night, and the stars are extremely dense. After eleven o'clock everyone went to bed, and it was so silent that even an embroidery needle could be heard falling to the ground. Black hole in the sky dotted with stars, between which there is a pile of I do not know what to call the name, hand pulling hand made a large circle, looks like the collar embedded in a one by one of the jewels and gems as if. I really can not sleep at the moment, I dress out of bed to the window to stay in front of the sky looking at. The starlight, the silence of the night, if you add a crescent moon like a brow, and last year we visited the Central Park that night, the scenery is not the same? (Feng Yuanjun)
The night was too quiet, and the moonlight, like a mist woven out of a hazy silver veil, shone a solemn and holy light on the leaves of the trees, on the pillars of the porch, on the armrests of the wicker chairs, and on the faces of the people. The sea also seems to be asleep, I heard the gentle waves beat on the beach whispering. (Liu Baiyu)
The night was dim, the moon was in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this Ms. Diana (the moon god in Greco-Roman mythology) sometimes slipped to the other side of the earth to go and hang out, causing the mountains here to be dark, and the great field to be gloomy. (West) Cervantes
The hot sun hung high in the sky over the world. The red light shot up like a rocket to the ground, which caught fire, reflecting the flames that were boiling like oil. Steaming, suffocating, intense, and strangely stifling, it was almost as if the cells and fibers of the people's bottom were going to explode from shivering to shivering. （
Below the linden tree, cool and silent; flies and bees fly to the shade, their whimpering also seems to have become extraordinarily gentle; oily green grass, not mixed with a bit of gold, clean and lovely, a look at the flat, no fluctuations; long stems of the flowers stand, but also do not move trembling, seems to have been a person in a trance; linden tree above the short branches of the numerous small bunches of yellow flowers, but also static, as if it had already died. The linden tree is also still, as if it has already died. With every breath, the fragrance penetrates the lungs, and the lungs also gladly absorb the fragrance. Far away, over the river, as far as the horizon, everything was brilliant; now and then a breeze swept by, wrinkling the plains and intensifying the light; a glorious mist covered the whole field. The birds were silent, and in the heat of the noonday they never sing; but the hoarse chirping of the weavers was all over the fields. It is a great pleasure to sit quietly in the secluded shade and to listen to this ardent song of life; it lulls one to sleep, and, at the same time, invites deep, fantastic dreams. (Turgenev)
The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice paddies steamed and made a tiny sound in the dark. The leaves of the seedlings were so sunburned that they rolled up and lost their tender green luster, and there was no wind at all, so when people walked on the ridge with seedlings on both sides, they were so hot that they were sweating all over, and it was not easy for them to breathe through, so no one was willing to come out. (Ai Wu)
The clear air made the earth vast, expanding it indefinitely. Everything was going far away together, and it was calling people to the blue edge of the earth as well. Standing here I have seen the sun rise a dozen times, and each time a new world is born in front of me, full of new beauty. (Gorky)
It was not yet sunrise, and the sky was just a little cloudy; it was a wonderfully pale moment. A few stars were still scattered in the deep, faintly white sky, the ground was dark, the sky all white, the weeds were trembling slightly, and all around was shrouded in a mysterious thin light. A lark, as if joining with the stars, sang in the sky, and the vast expanse of the sky seemed to be listening with bated breath to the song of this little being for the infinite universe. In the east, the depression of Mount Grasse showed its dark shadow against the spitting bronze sky; and the dazzling star Tiberius was hanging on the top of this hillock, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark mountain field. (Hugo)
The distant mountains, the near trees, the jungles, the mounds, were all hazy, as if covered with a veil. The night is not uniformly black, the mountains, woods and hills have different colors; there are ink black, thick black, light black, light black, and like silver with black and gray, very much like the Chinese painting of the shade. All of this is not still, are like in a mysterious floating, with the pedestrian swimming, towards the pedestrian close. (Haoran)
The roofs of the orange-rounded bright glass under the trees could be seen, and an ethereal mist rose from the mountain gorges. The quiet lilac bushes, flowers still in bloom, were immersed in moonlight. All the flowers, wet with dew, could be sharply divided from each other. Light and shadow mingled together on the austral path, as if they were not trees and roads, but transparent houses swaying about. (Lev Tolstoy)
The water of the Qinhuai River is blue and cloudy; it looks thick but not greasy, or is it made of gold dust from the Six Dynasties? When we first boarded the boat, the sky is not yet dark, the rippling waves are so quiet, euphemistic, so that on the one hand, we have a wide sea and sky thinking, and on the other hand, make a vision of the realm of the drunkenness of the gold. By the time the lights come on, the gloom becomes heavy; the dim light of the water is like a dream, and the occasional flickering light is the eye of the dream. (Zhu Ziqing)
At a glance, the sparse forests, the faint moon, against the blue sky, rather like a deserted river wild ferry scenery; there, the lush, gloomy, and seems to hide the boundless darkness; people almost do not believe that is the prosperous Qinhuai River. But the dazzling lights in the river, the horizontal painting, the melodious flute, with the squeaky huqin sound, finally make us recognize the Qinhuai water as green as wine. The sky is more exposed here, so I feel that the night comes later; from the clear shadow of the water, we feel only a thin night - this is exactly the night of the Qinhuai River. (Zhu Ziqing)
The sun has turned to the top of the western mountains. The dismal light shone on the bloodstains on the snow, and also on the vast mountain fields, which were snow-white, with no trace of a road to be seen. (Junqing)
The night was deep. Ink-blue ink-blue sky, like by the clear clear water washed, water spirit, clean net, both soft, and solemn; no moon, no clouds, miles of a blue sky, only twinkling stars, like the boundless blue satin sprinkled with countless small flowers of broken jade. The ............ night cool, gently fluttering; dew, quietly cohesive. In the late Xinli was often Jie dumped that place, the small poplar tree luxuriant broad peach heart-shaped leaves, this time all hung on the dew beads. Dewdrops gradually large, gradually round, suddenly, a drop, rolled down, and a drop, pouncing, pouncing ...... (Liu Ya Zhou)
Night is getting thicker and thicker, the village, the woods, pits, ditches, as if all of a sudden all fell into a mysterious silence. (Jie Zhang)
The setting moon still hovered desperately at the edge of the dark forest, the river glistened upward from time to time, there was not a breath of wind, but the treetops swayed slightly, the trees along the boulevard and the ghostly statues cast long, uncertain shadows, and the fountain spat out its water with a marvelous rustling sound through the vast silence of the night. (German) Eichendorff
In the morning, breathing y in the frosty fresh air of the mountains and valleys, I feel refreshed and full of strength, as if I had become an excellent hunter capable of catching tigers in the mountains and scaly scales in the water in one night's work. (Wu Bo xiao)
The dawn's haze but gradually revealed the purple, blue, green and green colors. The rising sun revealed its first rays. Never have I seen this bright red so red; never have I seen this bright red so fresh. In a flash, the fireball soared into the sky; gazing at the colorful haze covered the sky. The light and shadow had a thousand changes; space shot down a hundred pillars of light. (Xu Chi)
When the setting sun sinks ...... silvery gray twilight dew covers the grassland, you will see countless points of red fire light, that is the herdsmen in the burning copper kettle to prepare dinner. The ............ night grassland is so quiet and peaceful, only the sound of roaming streams causes you to retreat to this nature. (Bino)
At the end of the night, alone, I listen to the pendulum swinging indifferently and ceaselessly ...... Darkness and sleep cover the earth, and all is silent (Gorky)
When the earth has just awakened from the morning tenderness of the thin bright, in the solemn cool orchard of fruit-trees there floats the sound of clear laughter. The joyous noise of the birds had given way to some other corner. Some little beetles, which love to flit about in the morning breeze, are then more uneasily intruding in all directions. The dense leaves on the spreading branches slightly wriggling, but can not hide the fruitful. You can see the occasional glittering dewdrops on the bushes, like stars in a foggy night. The red rinds were soft and moist with a layer of fuzz, or a thin layer of frost. The clouds rose, and through the gaps in the heavy green leaves came dots of golden color, and the forest reflected ~ strands and strands of transparent mauve and pale yellow thin light. (Ding Ling)
Autumn night, the sky is high and dewy, a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cool moonlight sprinkled down on the earth, it was so gloomy, but the stars of the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. Dense boundless sorghum, corn, grain fields, this singing should ring the chirping sound of autumn insects, caddisflies also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigars. The willows are quietly hanging by the side of the road, and their shadows cover the winding, weed-covered path. (Shirk)
...... moon came up, but then let the clouds cover half of it, the old far hide in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said: "A thousand calls come out, but holding a pipa and half cover the face." It's a bit true! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, so let him go, I don't want to bother. But I think, if it is an autumn night, a little west wind is good. Although it is not a real pine tree, but that rushing surging "waves" sound should also have to listen to it. The west wind will not come. When we go to bed, we light two or three sticks of wax in the hall. The timid flames of the big roof pressed down on us, and we couldn't breathe. When we looked at each other through the candlelight, it was as if we were covered in a layer of smoke. Outside, the sky was dark, like the sea. Only a few dogs barking in the distance taught us that we were still on earth. (Zhu Ziqing)
Summer night, the sky is full of glittering stars, like fine quicksand paved Milky Way lying on the green sky. The earth had fallen asleep. Except for the breeze blowing softly and in gusts, and except for the occasional bark of a dog or two, the cold streets were silent. (Yang Mo)
Night, holding a cool breeze, blowing through the dew-dripping sorghum leaves, blowing through the clattering poplars, blowing through the glittering river, but also blowing through the heated Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks ....... What a beautiful summer night heh, crystal stars in the boundless gray sky shimmering moving light, grasshoppers, crickets and did not sleep frogs, robins, in the grass, pond side, tree gap softly sing lyrical songs. And the vast fields in silent slumber, the turquoise crops, the gurgling river, the curved earth road stretching in the darkness of the night, the wildflowers and leaves radiating a fragrant odor, the rich and fresh intoxicating air, together with the life of this legendary revolutionary struggle, all seem to be extraordinarily fascinating in this unusual night, and extraordinarily give people a feeling of beauty. (Yang Mo)
At this time all the music was silent, only the darkness of that warm night silence surrounded them. The bird that nests in the rosebuds and lonicera bushes wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy, delicate tune. Then, as if after a moment's deliberate consideration, there was complete silence again.
At night, the high, blue sky is sparsely adorned with jewel-like stars, the sky is sometimes pulled by ghosts favoring eye-like fire flash, the air is filled with soil, fog and dew and the fresh smell of rice. The dream-like peace and quiet that characterizes the summer night made all the creatures seem to be willing to sleep, and although there were the silky cries of grass bugs such as golden bells, their voices were so weak and distant that they sounded like they were talking in their sleep! (Handbook of Writing, 1983)
It was nearly dusk, and the sun slowly burrowed into the thin clouds and turned into a reddish orb. A pink color, redder and more delicate than a fat doll's face, appeared in the western sky. The sun was reddest all around, so charmingly red. The red color spread in all directions, spreading half of the sky, layer by layer gradually fading until it turned grayish-white. Soft, transparent, clear, moist air floated in the sky. (The Writing Handbook, 1983)
The setting sun seemed to roll in a golden-red haze of color before sinking behind the shadowy horizon. The reddish ball of fire flickered with golden edges and burst into two or three fiery sparks, so that the dark outlines of the distant woods suddenly emerged as continuous lines of light blue.