1. Sentences describing the tranquility of summer nights
The bright moon leaves the branches startled, the breeze blows in the middle of the night, and the cicadas chirp in the middle of the night. In July, in the blue sky, the sun hangs like a fireball, and the clouds are like It was burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer has come with green leaves dancing in the warm wind. Green grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers are scorched by a fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air is filled with a sweet and intoxicating atmosphere.
There was not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily. In the midsummer of July, there is no cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot to the touch, and the soil in the ground is smoking.
The sun is like a huge fireball, its rays are scorching, the road is heated by the scorching sun, and a string of white smoke is emitted every step you step on. The willow leaves are curling, the little flowers and grass are bowing their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is so hot that the dragonfly is flying low and spinning on the lake. This is it telling the fish: good news - it's going to rain. Got it! The early summer evening breeze carries the fragrance of jujube and rose flowers into this simple and comfortable living room.
One night in summer, the stars twinkled in the sky, the cool breeze dispelled the residual heat of the day, and the earth fell silent. It was a summer with no rain for a long time, and the hot sun turned the old loaches in the fields white. The stream near the village suddenly dropped a few inches, and the rocks exposed on the water suddenly became larger. .
In early summer, the pomegranate flowers gradually bloomed. The green leaves lined with red flowers were extremely beautiful. Looking from afar, it looks like a burning fire, and like the red sunset rising at dusk.
Ah, I love the starry sky on summer nights, because it is so colorful, so beautiful, and so mysterious! Praising summer cannot deny that spring is colorful, autumn is golden, and winter is covered in silver. It really makes people fall in love. However, summer also has its own lush attire.
Which corner of summer is not filled with the green color that symbolizes life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see the green wilderness in all directions. The dark green mountains are like huge waves on the ocean. Wave after wave, winding and connected, stretching to distant places, connected with the gray-blue sky. One piece, the entire land turned into a huge carpet stretching in all directions, lush and full of life. The scorching sun in summer hangs in the sky like a big fireball.
It stings so hard that we can’t even open our eyes. The asphalt on the road has been softened by the sun.
A wave of heat hit my face, making me breathless. On the big trees on both sides of the road, cicadas were chirping endlessly, as if to say: It's so hot, so hot.
Xiaohua lowered her head and Xiaocao bent down, both looking listless. What about the kids? Everyone is hiding in the swimming pool.
Look at the children in the swimming pool, one after another, so densely packed that only their little heads are exposed. The unavoidable heat in hot summer is really a headache. No matter you are walking on the road under the scorching sun, or you have entered the shadow of trees or houses; whether it is in the morning or in the evening, the heat of the summer is always there. It's with you, haunting you, it's really upsetting.
On a summer night in the square, the weather finally cooled down, and people went to the square for a walk. There were so many people there, men, women, old and young, and the lights in the square turned on, illuminating the square. A gust of wind blows, so cool! Everyone was chatting in the square. The old people were sitting under the trees and fanning leisurely. Some were singing to each other, some were walking and chatting, and some were dancing. Everyone was having a great time in the square.
Summer Rain In the summer afternoon, I was sitting in front of the window doing homework. When I looked up, I saw dark clouds and a gray sky. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, causing sand and rocks to fly and branches to sway randomly.
After a while, it started to rain. The raindrops started out like strings of pearls, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into a downpour. After a while, an endless curtain of rain hung in the sky.
The streets, rooftops, and corridors have all become a world of rain. When the raindrops hit the window, it makes a "pop" sound instead of a "push" sound. When it falls on the body, it feels like pieces of rubber hitting the body, which is painful and itchy.
The sun on summer nights is no longer so fierce. It has restrained its willfulness, so the moon gradually appears in the horizon. The pale yellow full moon appeared and disappeared. It was so small and pale, just like a piece of pie that was about to fall.
The sun cleared up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the trees in the distance. The clouds on the horizon were dyed orange-red, which was so dazzling, but as the sun went down, it slowly became lighter and lighter, until it completely disappeared. . The summer thunderstorms gradually turned gray, and the gray clouds blocked the sky, driving the sun back home, and the sky suddenly became lifeless.
After a while, the wind came roaring towards us. The strong wind shook the branches and leaves of the big trees. Sometimes it was like the shouts of people cheering for the athletes on the field, and sometimes it was like the roaring waves of the sea. After a while, a shower of rain fell from the sky, like big raindrops falling all over the ground.
After a while, the rain became heavier, and Father Thunder and Uncle Lightning also came to join in the fun. There was thunder and lightning, it was really a summer thunderstorm.
In the distance, dull thunder rolled, like the sound of artillery coming from a distant battlefield. And lightning struck again and again like red snakes covered with fire, flying across the sky and lighting up the dark sky.
Song of Summer Night had just come out of the building, a cool breeze was blowing on everyone's faces, and in the haziness, we could vaguely hear cicadas calling "summer" from the willow trees by the pond. On the lily pads in the water, frogs sang "songs" in bursts.
Are they having a fearless quarrel over the selection of "King of Singers"? The bright moonlight filled the earth, illuminating everyone's heart. The weather in June and July after a thunderstorm is like a baby's face. It changes at a moment's notice. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and clear, and soon it would be covered with dark clouds, bursts of thunder, and then there would be heavy rain.
Although it is raining, the misty rain and mist add a lot of charming colors to the mountains. The rain washed away the heat of days and brought freshness to the fields, bringing a new green.
Mist and rain envelope the mountains, and milky white clouds float around the mountainside, dancing like fairies... What a vivid splash-ink landscape painting! Walking here, you feel like "you are wandering in the middle of a painting". In early summer, the poplar trees shade the roadside, and the endless grape trellises on the fields... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers bloom: red. 2. Poems describing a peaceful night's sleep
Du Fu, Zuo Province, Spring Stay
Flowers are hidden in the wall, chirping at dusk, birds are passing by, stars are coming to thousands of households, the moon is moving, and the sky is full of stars
I don’t sleep and listen to the golden key because of the wind. I think about the jade in the Ming Dynasty and ask how the night is.
Stay at Longxing Temple Qiwuqian
I forget to return to the ancient Songqing Palace in the Xiangsha Temple at night. The lights in the abbot's room are tied with beads and the monk's robes
In the daytime, the mind is pure and the green lotus metaphor is microscopic. The flowers are falling endlessly and birds are flying everywhere
Sun Ti in the Pavilion of Yunmen Temple
Fireworks and elephants hang at the foot of Xiang Pavilion's east mountain. Thousands of peaks of lights are hanging outside, and the curtains are rolling at night. Five lakes are autumn.
On the wall, Yu Hongyan is staying at a bullfight outside the screen window. He is more suspicious of the sky. The road is close to dreams and the white clouds are wandering.
"Drunken Taiping·Untitled" Anonymous
There are too many things to gain fame and fortune. Lin Quan was heartbroken. Xiaochaimen Huaji is in the east of the ancient city. Separated from the storm and waves. Huashan clouds cannot reach the balcony dream. [Wang Gai] The stream does not connect to Taoyuan Cave. Luoyang City is less than Wuyi Peak. The old gentleman was sleeping heavily. 3. About the fragment describing the quiet night
The night is too quiet, and the moonlight is like mist woven from hazy silver yarn, on the leaves, pillars, and armrests of the wicker chairs, A solemn and holy light flashed across the person's face. The sea seemed to be asleep too, and I heard the gentle waves lapping on the beach.
The moon that is about to set is still wandering desperately at the edge of the dark forest. The river water is shining with silver light from time to time. There is no breath of wind. However, the treetops are slightly swaying, and the trees and trees beside the avenue are like ghosts. The statues cast long, elusive shadows among them, the fountains spewed water, and the rustling sound moved strangely through the vast silent night.
In the dead of night, people are alone, listening to the pendulum swinging indifferently and continuously... Night and sleep cover the earth, and everything is silent. When the earth just wakes up from the thin morning, in the In the solemn and cool fruit tree garden, clear laughter floated. The joyful noise of the birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles that love to fly around in the morning breeze are even more uneasy and wandering around. The thick leaves squirmed slightly on the spreading branches, but they could not hide the numerous fruits. You can see the occasional sparkling dewdrops among the trees, just like the dazzling stars in the foggy night. The layer of hair or thin layer of frost on the red peel makes it even softer and moister. The clouds were rising, and bits of golden clouds filtered through the gaps between the heavy green leaves, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the forest.
On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moonlight shone down on the earth, it was so dim, but the stars in the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects echoed one after another. Grasshoppers also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and the earth blowers were like blowing chillies intermittently. Willow trees hang down their branches quietly on the side of the road, casting shadows over the winding path covered with wild grass.
The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds. She was hiding in the cracks of the trees far away, like a country girl, shy. People in the past said: "He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face." Quite a bit! The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, so he was too lazy to care. But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be nice to have some west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should still hear the sound of the surging "waves".
On a summer night, the sky is dotted with sparkling stars, like a Milky Way paved with fine quicksand lying on the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze blowing intermittently, and the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent.