Drunken Summer Night Prose

Summer dinner, the sun after a day of blazing hot fire baked also slowly slipped down the mountainside, the earth also began to slowly reduce its temperature. At this time, pairs of lovers, a group of people, all toward the tree-lined parks, creeks to walk, cool, to dance a variety of square dance.

I also have the habit of walking, at nightfall, out of the house. The city where I live is a city under the Xuefeng Mountain in Hunan Province, and the people in the city say that it is a city dragged by a train. Under the backdrop of night, it was like a shining pearl set in the beautiful western border of Hunan. Walking to the crane state, I climbed 30 meters high elevator skyscraper, stood on the flat top of the high floors to watch, that crisscrossing transportation facilities, constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, the streets of the car a close to a, a row next to a row, as if flowing a string of dazzling pearls, but also like a line of scintillating stars on the move. By this time, the streetlights far and near were already lit up, like a long river of shimmering waves. The orb-shaped street lamps, like a pearl enlarged tens of thousands of times, they are gathered together, but also very much like a string of grapes hanging on a lamp post, but also like the blooming of a delicate and pleasant red lotus. These lights reflect and intertwine together, the whole city dressed in colorful, like a fairy tale world.

The summer evening wind blowing on the body of people still have temperature, as if it has not cooled down the feeling. I walked out from the dance in Tianxing Square and the water mist of the fountain, strolling under the curved moon and walking under the street lamps of Hui Ying. The night was beautiful, the night was nostalgic, and with such a mood, I continued my night walk again. At this time, the earth also make cool up, I want to be away from this never-ending city a little bit, away from this noisy and busy city a little bit further, want to quiet my thoughts. Suburban sky looks hazy, her night is not as bright as the city, no city as the halo, only hanging in the sky of the round of the curved moon to show its light. I looked up at the curved moon, as if I walked it also walked the feeling that I stopped my footsteps on the ground, it in the distant sky will not move.

The half-round face of the moon, skillful and peaceful, gentle and generous, it is through the bright eyes, through the moving ` willow eyebrow, like a pavilion of nymphs standing high in the sky, transparent like a layer of thin veil, looks extraordinarily charming and more proud. The night in the countryside is more peaceful than the night in the city, and the bright stars in the sky, blinking and blinking, seem particularly far away in this empty night. On both sides of the road on the leaves of the delicate grass, condensation of silver-white dewdrops, in the light of the moonlight glittering, like the roadside of the green beds blinking with watery eyes.

I felt a little chilled by a breeze, and the cool wind blew across my face like my little granddaughter kissing me. In the grass, many insects are sleeping, only the grasshopper is singing a clear song with its loud voice, the mountain side of the fireflies stars decorate the sky fireflies, is holding a grand ball in the flowers, it is like a small blue lantern flying around in the crowd. There are spotlights flashing, like the stars in the sky scattered on earth; that flickering sparks, a group, a cluster in the fields, on the side of the road, dancing by the river, the robin on the tree is still whispering that moving song, far away, near are a blanket of dark green unknown name of the tree, like a green guardian soldiers, in defense of their own country. I stood in this beautiful scenery, while breathing the fresh air, while listening to the crickets in the grass vertical crickets singing their own songs.

I walked aimlessly on the field in this countryside, the night sky without clouds, only the curved bright moon is still still light, the stars are still twinkling, not far in front of me there is a green shadow, in the moon under the background, emitting a faint green light, I hurriedly walked over. Oh, is a pond full of lotus, this pond is not very big, about a hundred square meters or so, the pond is oval-shaped. In the oval-shaped lotus pond, is a layer of green lotus leaves, the lotus leaves stand high on the water, like a young girl like a pavilion, the lotus leaves of the pole high, like a tall girl wearing pink flowers in the dance; pieces of oval and large green leaves, like a green umbrella, full of support in the turquoise pond, the pond covered with a tightly. Bloom out of the flowers, red, white, pink, the pond dressed up colorful. Open out of the lotus like a plate of pretty flower plate, like a united sun, like the 15th of August moon cake. A bud, the top is red, like a red torch, like a red peach, like a small red lantern, the pond is full of lotus red light. Pond is also very interesting, the small fish there motionless sleep, but its mouth is still blowing bubbles, like a playful child with soapy water blowing bubbles, like a diver in the deep sea blowing bubbles, lotus quietly looking at the pool of fish, shyly open smile. Frogs dressed in green tuxedos, jumping on the lotus leaves, croaking and singing a pleasant serenade.

I alone enjoy the beauty of this summer night, the warmth of the summer night, the drunkenness of the summer night, this picturesque, dreamlike summer night, like a cup of red wine pouring drunk my heart. The moon has moved west, I wandered fondly unwilling to leave ......