Winter Evening
When I stepped out of the hut, the winter twilight had landed on the gray wilderness; the snow had stopped, and there was not a strong wind, but the cold air struck me. The western sky, from the thick clouds, scattered a few rose-colored haze, thin and clear, there is a star in the east, now and then. A few mud huts in the wilderness had a faint twilight haze that whisked gently over it. I mounted my horse, and its hoofs made a dull groan as they trod on the remnants of the snow-covered heath. The odors of absinthe and peppermint came back to me. Suddenly a mallard, startled from the grass, swept over my head and landed on the far side of the river. The old man, the elm tree, stretched out his arms again, bidding me farewell.
Wang Zifu, "Happiness Where Are You?
The lake was silent across the bottom. A blue sky and a white moon appeared under the water. The sky was embedded with fish-scale-like pieces of white clouds. The surface of the water floated up a moonlight, and the moonlight kept flowing. On the opposite side were dense green trees, behind which appeared the wigwam and the ridge of the house. All this was sleeping quietly. Only a few star-like lights appeared in the bushes. The lake flowed forward with the moonlight. But Qin's gaze was stopped: the high rocks on either side hid the lake, as if that were its limit.
Zhu Ziqing, "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond"
The night, too quiet, and again the moonlight, like mist woven from a hazy silver veil, shone a solemn and holy light on the leaves of the trees, on the pillars of the porch, on the arms of the wicker chairs, and on the faces of the people. The sea seemed to be asleep as well, and I heard the faint whisper of gentle waves lapping on the sand.
Starry Night
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 I'm afraid the sound of an embroidery needle falling to the ground could be heard. Black hole in the sky dotted with stars, between which there is a pile of unknown name, hand pulling hand made a large circle, looks like the collar embedded in a one by one of the jewels as if. I really can not sleep at the moment, I put on my clothes out of bed to the window staring blankly at the sky. The starry, silent night scene, if you add a crescent moon, and last winter we visited Central Park that night the scenery is not the same?
When I got up in the morning, I quickly put on my clothes, ran to the balcony, opened the window, a cool smell came to me, so comfortable. Look, the houses over there, are encrusted with crystal dewdrops, like a pearl. A naughty little raindrops, naughty fall on the road, leaves, like a child in hide-and-seek, how lovely! Look, the cars and bicycles on the road, all slowed down for safety, driving in a very orderly manner.
I was attracted by the scenery, so I took my umbrella to the nearby square. When I arrived there, it was like a fairyland. The emerald green lawn was greedily sucking the milk of spring; the brightly colored flowers were cleaning their beautiful hair; the branches with young yellow leaves were waving their green silk strips.
I licked the water slightly, and I didn't realize that it was very sweet, just like the holy water that the fairies spread down with their branches. Now, about to enter the rainy season, the rain is large, a small hole in the concave, are the cloud doll's "tears" filled, the soil is also very much like this water, so that her "children" drink a full.
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Moonlit night
The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been engulfed for a long time, jumped out all at once, like a golden plate just out of the refining furnace, brilliant and dazzling, illuminating the whole earth with its bright light, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, 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 shouted and jumped and sang loudly. chirping up.
Ba Jin's Autumn
On all sides of the pond, far and near, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond, leaving a few gaps in the path, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees is always gloomy, and at first glance it looks like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, not lively, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. The most lively at this time of year is the sound of cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Liu Baiyu, "Night Talks on the Sea and Sky"
The crescent moon rose from the horizon, moving toward the Radugozi district; the few stars were fighting for airspace with the lingering day. The city, which had fallen silent, now glowed with the light of gas lamps.
Russian Tolstoy, War and Peace
Then the moon passed the meridian. Jupiter rose in the east. In the midst of this peaceful nature, the sky and the sea raced against each other in silence, and the sea gave to the dark wheel of the moon a most beautiful mirror, which, I am afraid, never so beautifully shone out the shadow of the moon.
Feng Yuanjun, "Isolation"
Rainy Night
The sound of the rain suddenly rose sharply. From the courtyard up to the street, it connected to a pool of water, and the dense and powerful rain fell, smashing countless blossoming, monkshood-shaped blisters on the water surface. The dark rainy night, from time to time there is a flash of electricity, that are not too bright, no thunder lightning, every time the light, the sound of the rain is a little more urgent, and later, completely become a piece of rhythm can not be distinguished from the wah wah sound