Accompanied by a gentle drizzle, a round of broken moon hangs alone on the night curtain, so distant and cold. Rain gently beat the ground, without a sound, as far as the eye can see, bathed in the autumn rain on the street empty, the roadside sycamore trees by the only but very dim street lamps shine like a lonely old man, the wind mixed in the drizzle, the fallen leaves helplessly rolled over, the sound of lamentation, just so a while, it disappeared in the night rain, with tireless under the ground, the old street lamps shrugged, the sycamore trees also shivered.
Footsteps came down the street, heavy and weary. He gradually walked towards the street lamp, has not been replaced for a long time, the old street lamp try its best to straighten its waist, the light warmly cast on him, his thin coat can not block the ravages of the autumn rain, shivered, he raised his head to look at the old street lamp, sighed and hung his head. Suddenly, the street lamps seem to hear him whimpering, he raised his head to look at the old street lamps, the old street lamps saw his bloodshot eyes contain helplessness and sadness, muddy tears hanging in the corners of the eyes, that has long been through the baptism of the face of the years, at this time is so old and tired. Rain, the tears washed down, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to pour out the bitterness in his heart, but he still did not open his mouth, but hung his head in despair, he finally cried out, just a soft sob, but very sad, very sad. That cry was a burst of tightly, as if the torrent rushed and splashed, a cascade and could not be collected. He thought of the past, he thought of the future, he thought of his heartbreaking cry. More soreness raged in the depths of his heart, and he could barely hold back the sobs. The rain wet his clothes, perhaps too cold, perhaps too late, he hurriedly wiped away the rain and tears on his face with those rough and bitter old hands, wrapped up his rumble coat again, took up his heavy steps, and walked away. Will his figure more and more drag longer and longer, but only in vain, the figure gradually without trace, footsteps disappeared in the endless darkness ......
Only sycamore trees and the old street lamps huddled in the street relative to speechless. The rain fell endlessly, and the street fell into silence ......
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The author uses metaphor, personification and other rhetorical devices, such as "the street lamps seemed to hear him whimpering", "The old streetlights saw his bloodshot eyes" and other sentences, making the article more relaxed and bright. In the article, the author by describing the scene of the streets in the autumn night, a distant and cold picture presented to the reader.
The starry night sky
The starry night sky is so vast, so magnificent, it brings me endless reverie. The stars are densely packed in the night sky, some stars like T-shaped booths, have a handsome appearance; some like flower petals, have a beautiful long waist ...... night sky with the bright moon and the blinking stars to bring me endless imagination. That a black and blue black and blue sky is like a piece of paper, and those a blinking stars are like a beautiful flower, and like a bright crystal lamp, quietly lying in this black and blue black and blue paper. Looking at the starry sky, I meditated alone: that world must be sacred! They are free and carefree, coming and going slowly. There must be no sadness, no emptiness, no lies, no sin. There is harmony, plainness, nobility, and romance there.
That must be a world of philosophers, a star seems to be a philosopher, they are silently watching, they are quietly thinking. I love the contemplative night sky. At night, I look up at the night stars, ah, so beautiful!
In the quiet night sky, the sky is full of stars playing with each other, blinking little eyes, as if looking at all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the earth! The moon girl came late, shyly pulling on a piece of head scarf, to cover their faces. The stars and the moon seem to be the guardians of the night sky. The stars are sometimes divided into groups of groups, sometimes like a "1" word, sometimes like an umbrella.
The stars are like playful little children, generally loved. Some of them ran to a very far place, as if playing hide-and-seek with us, so that people can only see the shadow of the hazy, some like a shy little girl, hiding behind the clouds, do not want to let everyone see her true colors; some like a naughty little child, blinking eyes, secretly play a funny shape of the ghost face to us to see. The moon is also very interesting. Sometimes like a sickle, sometimes like a boat, sometimes like half a big watermelon, sometimes become round and round.
I love the vastness of the starry sky, it is the vastness of the starry sky attracted me, induced people to explore the desire of the starry sky. I love the vastness of the starry sky, it is you who gave me its marvelous imagination.
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Night, intoxicate me
The stars are turning, the moon is in the sky, such as the entanglement of fragrant strands entwined with my soul, I am as intoxicated, haunted by ......
I remember that time, I was alone, holding a strong milk tea, sitting in a quiet courtyard
I remember that time when I sat alone with a strong milk tea in my hand in a quiet courtyard, looking up at the starry sky, listening to the sound of the insects, the beauty of nature made me linger, intoxicated ......
The blue night was dotted with sparkling and flickering stars, like a chain of crystalline pearls, a string of pearls, a string of blinking, the whole of which seemed to me to have been integrated into the vast and boundless river of bright stars. ...... looked at, that round of banana-like string moon evoked my endless thoughts, only to see her lifted the veil, revealing shy cheeks, will be sprinkled with silver glory to the silent earth.
Being there, I seemed to float quietly to the crescent moon, and the moon girl to talk and laugh, pulling the family, said the gossip. Look, the girl listened to the flavor, and from time to time also laugh. That bright and sweet smile attracted the stars also can not help but close to listen. It's a good thing that you can't help but be happy!
"Crickets ...... crickets ......" a noisy insects chirping sound to my thousands of thoughts pulled to the small yard. Fixed attention to listen carefully, the insects chirping is also something else!
Cricket musicians stand headlong in the center of the "stage", and sang out the clouds and water like heavenly music, as if a crystal clear brook in the joy of singing music. It was so beautiful! The beetles, like a huge orchestra, proudly sang a generous and heroic music. The music was like waves lapping at the shore, and like a flood wave rising. Abruptly, the music came to an abrupt end, and the cheers from the stage rose above the waves. Yikes! It was a great concert in the grass. This is not, I also clapped and praised it!
A wisp of light fragrance wrapped around me, rich and intoxicating. Wow, suddenly, I glimpsed the blooming moonflower. Only to see the delicate moon season sweetly sleeping. The pink petals are her charming smile. How sweetly and peacefully she slept ......
The bright starry sky, the wonderful insect sounds, the fragrance of the flowers ...... accompanied by the night's dream, the fragrance of the night, I slept peacefully, slept, slept... ...
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This piece of writing prose detailed portrayal of the many features of the night intoxication, the comprehensive use of visual, auditory, and tactile multi-sensory observation and depiction, the language of the gorgeous craftsmanship, the words and phrases of the meticulous, but there is a feeling of deliberate deliberation outlining, so I hope that the small author in the So I hope the author will describe things with less superfluous embellishments, and there will be beauty in nature.
I read the night
Throughout the ages, light has often been celebrated, but what about the night?August said in his Confessions, "Whoever fulfills the truth enters the light." Yet I will savor that night, its truth.
Devotion
The stars and the moon, shining in all their splendor, are the protagonists of the sky. I looked up at the night sky, suddenly thought, that beautiful light, if there is no darkness, still dazzling? Under the day, their light are disappeared, only in the night sky, can bloom light. Pitch-black night starry, infinite depths of the sky glittering with light, I can not help but admire the night, their own light dedicated to others, their own willingness to be a companion. What about the day? Claiming the light of others to make themselves bright. Night, dedication, I like to read.
Inclusion
Tranquil, distant, dark night. The world is asleep, as if everything has returned to chaos, and the night is lightless. In the meadow of the countryside, in the midst of a once noisy earthly world, in total darkness, the night dissolves both sound and light in this darkness, and the labored planet sleeps. In my perception, the temperature had not yet faded, and it was as if I were in the arms of the night. Her generosity, her tolerance, in the face of a much pampered child, who has fallen asleep, and the mother is happy, placed in the darkness, I feel it, I savor it. This tolerance, I like to read.
Real
In the carnival of the day, human nature is ever-changing, as in the drama of the face, elusive. The mask of human heart can only be taken off at night.
In the dead of night, people see their naked hearts, ugly, noble, and indifferent, but all are their true selves. I examine myself in a piece of darkness that is my own. People released themselves completely and uninhibitedly to show their truest selves in the truest darkness. With hearts no longer on edge, relaxed in the thickest fog of darkness, I sit back and savor the experience. This real, I like to read.
In the bright and noisy, false day. Nostalgia for last night, memories of what I read. That dark night dedicates light, embraces the world, penetrates the real. This dark night, I like to read.
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This short essay has a unique vision, a unique way to think about the content of other people can not think of, will be given to the night of "dedication", "tolerance", "real". "real" special meaning, can be seen in the small author dares to innovate the idea, the end has the role of the chapter.
Crane. "Where the well water Chin all can sing willow words," the splendor of the moment, so that future generations unlimited admiration.
Ten years of hard work, the words of the people, hoping that the gold list, but the life of a storm but the words of the people's hopes. All of the less than ideal, the words of all the implementation of the end of the pen, wrote a stirring "crane sky" cited in order to chat with themselves. But offended the face of the dragon, and ultimately not only "occasional loss of the dragon's head hope," but also completely with the section of the absolute goodbye. This is difficult for Liu Yong to face and bear, only in the evening of no one's bleak "drunkenly listening to xiao drums, chanting to enjoy the haze," some can get some comfort.
The breakup of the imperial court, so that Liu Sanchuan suddenly feel the life of the unintentional and sad. He drank all day, intoxicated self, decided not to wake up. Once the dashing and elegant Liu Yong has long left the world, left on earth is lonely, confused, full of sadness Liu Yong, an end of the world fell in love with the poet, from then on, he mingled in the hooker brothel, pretending to be cynical.
An unintentional encounter led the poet to meet a soulmate who shared his feelings. The only one who understands his heart is her, and she is the only one who can give him the comfort and relief he needs to face the world. The only one who can give comfort and relief to the lyricist is her, who can face the blank stares and laughter of the world. Only the lyricist understands her encounter, pity her world of drifting. From then on, they truly love each other, the qin and se, played a touching love poem a "rain forest bells".
Perhaps it was the parting that made their love more profound. At this time, Liu Yong is happy. He finally dared to face the disappointment of the field, finally determined to "for Yi quietly get people haggard" in the quiet twilight, the words of a white coat, hand holding the good people wading through the water, that the river willow swaying with the unchanging love of eternity. "Cold smoke on the wave is still" the lyricist to cover up the coldness of the wine, holding her hand to tell each other their hearts. Lyricist heart has penetrated a "Kyoto's colorful, fat flow are not related to him, he is no longer the lonely and depressed lyricist. Because he finally found the pursuit."
The lyricist's heart is open, and tonight the night is as cool as water with a good person reclining on the bridge, experiencing the night sky belonging to two people.
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This article describes Liu Yong's two words, seems to be appreciation and enlightenment. The author uses delicate language to tell the story behind the poems. This article is a mixture of narrative and discussion, the feelings of real, from the heart. At the end of the feelings are sublimated, deepen the theme, strong lyricism.
Night
Night, like a girl with a mysterious veil, at all times with a mysterious atmosphere, so that people do not know what she is doing all day long.
Whenever the sunset leaves in the evening, the faint black color begins to occupy the whole sky. From time to time in the distance came a few birds, cool breeze blowing in the face, the leaves of the trees issued a "rustle" symphony, like a few chief musicians are concentrating on playing a beautiful music. Look! Birds listen to the attention, they close their eyes, small mouth one by one, with a thin voice also sang along. Their songs were as soft as lullabies and as spirited as jazz. I was so mesmerized by the beauty of the sound that I closed my eyes and listened intently. Without realizing it, the girl with the mysterious veil had come to me.
She colored the earth with black paint, and no one could see her face. But the little stars blinking their eyes and the gentle and kindly Grandmother Moon told me she was beautiful. Gradually, a picture slowly came into my mind: a girl with long black hair and wearing ancient dresses woven with silk, stood by the shore, watched the waves lapping at the rocks, and silently wept, and her tears, like pearls with broken strings, dripped down on the beach, leaving behind a small sand pit.
But why did she cry? Was it because she was lonely with no one to play with? Then why doesn't she play with the stars? Or did her sister, Day, bully her? Is that why she's not talkative, loves to play pranks, and loves to cry in the middle of the night?
"Tick tock, tick tock." The crisp sound of rain pulls me out of the world of fantasy, alas! It was definitely her crying again. I sat on a rock and looked up at the night sky, watching, as if I grew a pair of wings and flew to the sky, to her inner world, saw her chu-chu-chu. I walked up and tried to comfort her, and when I got closer, I realized that she was mo vain.
She is a beautiful girl, she is a lonely girl, she is the mysterious night.
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This is a landscape essay, the author describes the night scenery. The article language is beautiful, such as "but the blinking eyes of the little stars and the gentle and kind mother-in-law moon told me that she is very beautiful", the use of anthropomorphic rhetorical techniques, vivid image. The ending part of the summary of the whole text, evocative.
The moonlit night, how many people are intoxicated
The night, the proud judge, that endless black, always suffocating. The moon, with its stars, breaks through the blackness that chokes the throat. The moon's bright, cold, more set off the night's pride, the world as if it is in charge, it is the king of the world, the stars are submissive to it.
The hazy beauty, people always have a thousand words to say, but there is no sentence to describe the intoxicating moonlight. Darkness and moonlight against each other, everything is just to embellish them, the proud king will not admit defeat.
The night is always holding the moon out, that wore thousands of years of wedding clothes are still wearing the body, silver and white wedding dress plus black dress, so far has not changed; even the flower girl is still wearing the same flow of light clothes. Moonlight night "love" is always enviable, they are inseparable, if the moon left for a while, black and in that alone heartbreak.
The night of this proud prince, always its consort - the moon in the heart of love. In front of outsiders is always lonely and proud of the night, but to its consort reveals outsiders can not see the tenderness. Rain sometimes also come out to make trouble, the night is early to hide the moon, can not see the moon of the night is very angry, sent clouds to cover the sky, let the rain and clouds to play.
Summer moonlit night, full of stars hanging in the sky, the night is also with the moon out of the summer heat, the scenery of the heart-stopping, perhaps it is such a view that people want to take over the world. Boundless black hanging many stars, even the moon's silver light can not be comparable to it, have seen such a view can never be forgotten. Even the best paintbrush can not paint such a beautiful scene; in the beautiful words can not describe the beauty of the sky full of stars and the moonlit night of the proud, bleak; in the beauty of the moonlight song also can not sing that the spirit; in the beauty of the tune also can not play that shocked the beauty of the soul.
More glazed lamps, more night jewels, can not put together that kind of beauty, seen once will not forget. The night of the moon, you make how many people for you intoxicated, for you to get lost, at least I am one!
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This is a lyric essay. The author of the "moonlit night, how many people intoxicated" as the title, the use of delicate strokes to depict their thoughts and feelings in the moonlit night. The article language is fluent, metaphor, anthropomorphism and other rhetorical devices used in the right place, sincere emotions, vivid details, deep intention, rich meaning, full of content.
Nightscape
The sky gradually darkened, and the nightscape of his hometown kicked off, which is really beautiful!
Not long after the sun set, the gray-blue sky was still "hanging" a gouache painting. The orange-red sunset sandwiched between the gray-blue sky, very beautiful. Orange and red mixed together, like a bowl of spicy ketchup, the sky of white and blue crowded together, I do not know who made a cake, placed on the sky. And then sprinkled with orange and red evening sunshine, as the weather rises, like a box of bacon pizza, making you drool.
As the night drew on, the stars in the sky winked mischievously. The city lights up with the night one after another, forming a palace, people are like a small fish, free and easy to swim in the chaos of the lights. Especially the hometown of the Binan River night scenery is particularly beautiful, with the local two words to describe "Bashi! Arch-shaped stone bridge inlaid with a column of white lights, in rows of a yellow colored lights, reflected in the blue water, like a charming eye, you can not help but go up to walk, take a look. Both sides of the colored lights can not help but light up: there are white, like snow; red, like fire; and green, like grass ...... constitutes a colorful picture, as far as the eye can see, but also formed a crystal palace. There are also some old grandpa after dinner, holding a fishing rod, carrying a bucket to the river - fishing. In ten minutes, a grandfather caught a fish, attracting many people to watch, the grandfather grinned like a pomegranate flower. The grandfather who did not catch a fish projected a kind of envious gaze ......
"The afterglow of the setting sun blushed the face of the fisherman ......" Listen! What sound! Oh! It's the song played by the old people dancing in the square. Look at their skillful dance steps: a ta-da, two ta-da, three ...... you do not want to move can not help but dance with the music. On the side of the small children on skates, before and after the shuttle, really incomparable joy and happiness ah!
I sat on the lawn, looking at the moon, humming the song: "Look at the moon climbed up, look at - the moon climbed up ......"
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This writing describes the night scene of his hometown, in the author's pen, the night scene of his hometown is described in detail, the text of the metaphor, anthropomorphic rhetorical devices used to add the vividness of the article, interesting, between the lines of the author's love of the night scene .
Night
The quiet night sky, boundless, like a huge black satin shrouded the ground.
The moon is like a jewel of great beauty, inlaid in the black satin above, she gently sprinkled a light silver glory, the ground as if intoxicated in a thousand years of good wine, quiet without a sound. The moon is like water, penetrating the dense treetops, pouring freely, the ground has a silver "pond". The evening wind whisked through the place, the branches of the trees also followed the light dance, the pond also immediately flooded a beautiful ripples ......
In the night, I strolled forward in the path, and intoxicated in the period. Sitting under a tree, picking up a piece of fallen flowers, as a chance encounter with a longtime friend, the flowers are not yet fully bloomed, the petals tightly wrapped around the stamen. The yellowish stamens are delicate and soft, like a beautiful elf, clustered together. There are still some fallen leaves and flowers on the ground, emitting a few wisps of faint fragrance.
The evening wind whispers softly, like a bass violin playing a beautiful movement, deep and subtle but not make people sad. Playing sound, the audience under the moon is not lonely, the treetops swinging, flower body shaking, singing and dancing with the stage, staged a moving song and dance drama. Gradually, more and more sounds began to echo out, the rustle of the leaves, the insects murmur, the song of the night also began to become more gentle and touching, sometimes high, sometimes low, like a harp ensemble, sometimes like bagpipes sounding. The ups and downs are intoxicating.
I sit quietly under the tree, forgetting all the troubles, intoxicated in this charming night color, floating thoughts. Night after night, the color of the night, night after night, the moon in the sky, but how many people can enjoy the moon? And how many people can enjoy the moon? When people play cards to get rid of boredom, with the game to kill time, with the money in exchange for happiness, and how many people can machine this gift given by nature? Think of the downtown streets in a hurry through the people, think of the wine table casino people lost themselves, a real sadness and helplessness arose!
The wind stopped, and the night is back to calm, the dark blue night sky, a few dark gray clouds cover the moon, and then the moonlight in the clouds behind the shallow halo ......
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This writing narrative essay, the beginning of the use of The description is vivid, with feelings in the scene, and the scene is blended. The writing is fresh, plain and smooth.
The Sounds of Summer Night
The sounds of summer night are marvelous, let's sink our hearts to listen to the sounds of heaven.
Summer nights are quiet. The sun has just set the mountain, the star of enlightenment is high in the western sky, the noisy day of the world is quiet, only the peaks of the mountains slightly blowing, the sound like the spring silkworms swallowing mulberry leaves, "sand sand sand sand"; and like the qin xiao in the ensemble, whimpering and whimpering. The distant mountain springs tinkling dong dong ringing, to the mother humming serenade coaxed the baby fast asleep.
The stars seem to be tired, occasionally blinking lazy eyes and quickly closed. Suddenly a meteor across the sky, like a let burn flowers in flight, fleetingly disappeared.
? Summer night is again lively. Listen to the thunder with his anger roar, the sky issued a "rumbling" sound, like a thousand strong in the drums and shouts, but also like a group of thousand years old demon because they can not find food and issued a roar, let a person's heart chills. "The wind led his army of thousands of soldiers to come, killing them wherever they went. The tree was scared, desperately shaking, twisting, "click" the branch broke, "bam" hit the ground. Immediately after a flash of lightning, like a sword cut through the dark night sky. "The rain poured down, and whoever wanted to go out would be drenched in it. I do not know how long, the sky's anger subsided, the rain also stopped, only the eaves of the water droplets issued a "tick-tock-tick-tock" sound. The frogs in the pond were happy, "croaking" endlessly, as if a huge orchestra playing the Symphony of Life also don't know who threw a small stone into the pond, "gulp", the performance stopped immediately. The moon rose and jumped brightly, startling the birds in the trees, "fluttering and fluttering", they flew into the distance.
Oh, the sound of this summer night is so marvelous, so lingering, that it is more beautiful and melodious than any music. Is it not a boon that nature has bestowed upon us? Let's sink our hearts and listen to the sounds of heaven.
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This writing describes the sound of the summer night, mainly from the summer night is quiet, lively two aspects of the summer night to reflect the sound of the marvelous, the text of the metaphor, anthropomorphic rhetorical devices, adding the article's vividness, interesting, between the lines of the author's love of the sound of the summer night .