Poems about morning, noon and night 1. Ancient poems describing morning, noon, dusk and night
In the morning:
Sunrise at Jinshan Mountain
Lu You
The boat floated on Jade Mountain, and I got a strange view in the morning.
The sun is breaking through the water, and the river is wide.
The distant waves are knitting the red scales, and the emerald mist is opening the golden disk.
The sunlight shoots at the towers, and the blue color floats on the clouds.
The poet is in a quandary, but the moon is cold.
When I look at Luofu, I see that the night is not yet over.
The first day
Wang Changling
The first day of the net gold boudoir, the first shine in front of the bed warm.
The first day of the year is the first day of the year when the sun shines on the warmth of the bed.
The hair of the clouds cannot be combed, and the poplar flowers are blown all over the place.
The first sun shines on the phoenix tower
Li Yuzhong
The rising sun and smoke clouds the hall, the sunrise candles the emperor's residence.
The sun is rising, the sun is rising, and the Emperor's house is burning.
The colors are flowing even on the vermilion threshold, and the light is shining on the beautiful and sparse.
TEEEL is in the morning, and the dawn light is in the early hours of the day.
The house is close to the mountains, the pillars and the wings of the phoenix.
It is also like the Queen Mother, who is far away from the five cloud car.
The first day of the sun shines on the palace of Huaqing
Chaijiu
The first day of the sun shines on the mountain of the Spirit, and you can see the palace near and far.
The first time the sun shines on the mountain, it is the first time I see the palace from afar.
The freshness of the evening green, good air full of clear sky.
The forest is moist, the hot springs enter, and the building is deep.
The moon is in the center of the sky, and the moon is in the center of the sky, and the moon is in the center of the sky.
When is the phoenix carriage fortunate enough to be in the same position?
Noon:
Compassionate Farmer
Li Shen
The day of hoeing is noon,
and sweat drips down to the earth.
Who knows what is on the plate,
every grain is bitter.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.
The lonely empty court wants to be late in the spring, pear blossom full of not open the door.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.
The Qiang flute is played in the moonlight on the mountains.
One of the Two Gifts
Upstairs, the dusk desires to rest, and the moon is like a hook across the jade stairs.
The banana does not show the lilac knot, the same to the spring breeze, respectively sad.
Leyouyuan
In the evening, I was not feeling well, and I drove up to the ancient plains;
The setting sun is infinitely good, but it is only near dusk.
The mountain garden of the small plum
All the fragrance shakes down the only noisy Yan, occupying all the flavor to the small garden.
The shadow of the water is clear and shallow, and the fragrance of the moon is floating in the twilight.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the bird of prey, and the butterflies will be able to break their souls.
Fortunately, there are a few songs that you can be intimate with, and you don't need a sandalwood board to **** a golden bottle.
The book of divination
The broken bridge outside the stage, lonely and open without a master.
It's already dusk and I'm alone with my worries.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I am jealous of all the flowers.
The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Butterfly Loves Flower
The poplar outside the building is ten million strands,
and I want to tie up my youth, but I don't want to live in the spring.
The willow flakes are still floating in front of the wind,
and they will return to the spring.
The green mountains and rivers are filled with the smell of the Duyu,
and then they are made to be unfeeling, but they are also sad and bitter.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The night of the New Year's Eve
Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon is over the willow, and it's after dusk.
This year's New Year's Eve, the moon and lights are still the same. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair.
Night:
Jiande River
The boat is moored in the smoky islet.
Wild open sky low trees, river clear moon near people
Autumn Thoughts
Liu Yuxi
The mountains are clear and the water is clear at night, frost, a number of trees red out of the light yellow.
The first time I went up to a tall building, it was clear as day, but it was not like the color of spring that incited people to go crazy.
2. Describe the morning, noon, evening and night sentences
Early morning
Early in the morning, all the music is silent, the sky is bright, the night is trying to hide, the morning light of the break of dawn slowly woke up the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, paddling a flat boat, slowly crossing the sea of memory, forgetting the time, but remembering the past The morning is refreshing and quiet, the clouds are light and windy. The gray-blue dome from the top of the head, gradually fade down, fade down, into the sky and the horizon bordering the light smoke. The river rises a gentle mist, the mountains are painted a layer of soft milky white, white-capped fog color to render everything hazy and psychedelic.
Early in the morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light shot through the mist, the small street will usher in a warm morning, at this time, the small street of everything is covered in the soft morning light, the roadside willow low hanging head, smooth acceptance of the morning shower; upright poplar tree like a robust young man stretching his arms; grass from the wet through a few points of the green of the ghost. What a beautiful summer morning. Just after winter, the weather is cold. The yellow leaves of the trees along with the rustling cold wind, have thrown themselves into the embrace of Mother Earth. The distant mountains are much thinner, near the grass withered, tree branches as if naked puppets, mechanically twisting their bodies, as if in and yesterday farewell. The purpose of the depression, full of yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.
Noon
Sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon
Noon: Sergeant Ochumelov walks across the market square in his new coat, with a small bag in his hand. He is followed by a policeman, with brownish-red hair, carrying a coarse bag full of confiscated currants. There was silence in all directions
. There was not even a figure in the ...... square. The stores and hotels stood open, listlessly facing this world of God's creation
like hungry mouths. There was not even a begging bow near the store door.
In the ambrosial noon, the wind did not blow, the birds did not call, the cattle did not move, and the ravine was dead silent / in the extreme heat of the noon, there was not a single cloud in the sky, there was not a single breeze in the space, and the air seemed to be stagnant / in the middle of the day, when the sun was blazing, and the wild grasses were sleeping in the heat, and no one dared to walk under the sun / in the midst of this summer's noon, the mirrored water reflected the strong sunlight, and the green willows and poplars along the bank, cast a cool shadow on the river The green willows and poplars along the banks cast cool shadows on the river/ Under the blazing midday sun people hide inside their houses, only the millions of cicadas chirping noisily among the branches of the trees
"Spring Flowers"
The sunlight of the midday sun shoots perpendicularly. The rippling, clear water of the Huangbi River shines with a carp-like luster, and the water vapor drifts with the breeze to the villages along the river. The roofs of the villages, basking in the warmth of the spring sun, emit a dry, burnt odor. The cool, moist moisture tempered the dry, burnt breath, making it comfortable and cozy.
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The Camel's Nest
Evening: a summer evening is warm and beautiful. It is like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful train with temples pulled back lightly; graceful and luxurious.
The sky is a light blue, sometimes floating clouds, a group like white cotton wool. Breeze blowing their soft body, chanting and singing, all the way leisurely. When you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers murmur, which will be the moment to look up again, that piece of white clouds like cotton, all into a "pony tail" wisps to the sky dispersal ......
The slanting sun seems to be like blood, the sun is full of sky.
My favorite summer evening, the beauty of the intoxicating, the beauty of the brilliant! The flaming clouds shrouded the western sky, like a gorgeous watercolor painting. Initially a piece of goose yellow bottom, a layer of light orange-red; orange-red plus a light blue ribbon; ribbon end full of unfolding, a wide blood-colored silk scarf, gradual and distant has been torn to the sky ...... so that the sunset set off more bright red colorful.
The distant mountains in the twilight, gray as Dai-like magnificence. In the pallor, I saw the two standing on top of the mountain above the poplar and pine. The breeze swaying their branches and leaves, in the evening sunshine, appear more pale, more upright. Heshy branches and leaves through a slanting sunshine, I saw dappled sunshine hanging on the treetops, a little bit of falling. Rush to pick up the digital camera, framed in that moment; snap! Beautiful silhouette - tree: like a man in the sky, into my "shutter" in the ......
The setting sun in the mountain tops heavy and lofty, it makes me mesmerized, so that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
The color of the night is thick, and the setting sun is finally resistant to time, falling in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last touch of afterglow. Looking at the slanting sun I sighed "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk". The beautiful slanting sun is so spectacular, but it is a fleeting moment. The day alternates between the sun and the moon. Life? Each person from infancy, youth, strength to old age. Everyone's sunset? Will all be so brilliant? The years rush by, time flies, flowers fall and bloom, youth no longer come!
The night is thick. The buds curved moon at some point has quietly hung in the sky. The first lights, neon flashes. The original pedestrian scarcity of a corner, is now crowded like a stream. I was afraid of the crowd, so I turned and ran to the quiet road, go home.
At this time, the street is gradually boiling, traffic. The metropolis fell into a night of prosperity. Bypassing the hustle and bustle of people, roaming through a hustle and bustle, I stepped on the path. Here there are soft weeping willows; here there is a faint smell of grass, here there is a strong night fragrance, in the evening wind drifting with a charming aroma ......
3. find describing the morning, noon, night sentences
Morning Dawn, like a sharp sword, split open the silent night, ushered in the rising sun.
The sky was already bright, the morning light like a clear spring flowed in from the small window, and on the branches, the birds were chirping and chirping. The light of dawn removes the veil of the night and spits out the brilliant morning light, ushering in a new day.
The just-born dawn, like a tender red baby, trembled three times in this thick splash. The rising sun cloaked in a strong wine rising, will be an infinite intoxication towards the fields of the vast sky soundly spread out ...... The day is gradually breaking dawn, pale green sky inlaid with a few remnants of the star, the earth hazy, as if shrouded in a silver-gray light veil.
Midday At midday, the sun is curling up the leaves of the trees, and the robins are raving with their long voices, adding a layer of annoyance to the sultry weather. A summer noon, the sky is clear, the sun hangs high, not even a trace of wind, the earth like a steamer general, hot people can not breathe.
The hot sun, asphalt Avenue, soft, like a layer of black oil. The sun in the sky at noon, the wind does not blow, birds do not call, cows and sheep do not walk around, the ravine is dead silent.
This is the midday, the sun is like a fire, the sun on the river, even the flowing river water, all to the sun hot steam people. At noon, the sun shines brightly on the leaves of the grains, the robins on the trees, the smoke in-laws on the crops. The sun shines brightly on the leaves of the grains, the robins are on the trees, the smoke in-laws are on the crops.
The sultry afternoon, not a breath of wind, even though I was sitting in the shade, but still hot: face is hot, chest is hot, even inhaled air is hot, hot and breathless. The fireball sun was scorching the earth.
The trees were baked deaf and pull the head, the dog lying in the shade spit out a red tongue, cicadas in the trees desperately hissing, everywhere suffocating, everywhere annoying. In this summer noon, the mirror-like water, reflecting the silver light.
It was almost noon, the sky was clear, the sun was hot, and the robins on the branches of the nearby trees were vigorously standing noise. In the heat of the afternoon, the sea seems particularly calm, she is like a loving mother, opened her arms to me.
At noon, the sun is hot, and there is no wind. The cicadas on the trees kept shouting: "It's hot! Hot dead! ......" People heard, more irritable.
At noon, the spring sun is warm and straight to the ground, illuminating the mountains and water a bright. The sun is scorching the earth, people in the fan, electric fan, help to fall asleep, but also some people sitting under the tree to cool, desperately waving the fan to drink cozy want to sleep, only that the robin is still proudly screaming: "know - up -".
The sun in the sky is like a blazing fire, spraying excessive light and heat to the earth, so the earth is like about to burn up. It was hot enough in the middle of June, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon it was the hardest time of the day; the highway was scorched dry and hot, and when you stepped on it, you got a trail of white smoke.
The air is hot and stuffy, as if a match could be struck. At noon, the Beidaihe waterfront has a different view: the blue sky, floating a few light colored clouds.
The blue waves of the sea, in the sun as if a layer of glittering fish scales, become more delicate. In the distance, the white sails; near, wearing a variety of colors swimsuit people in the warm embrace of the sea to play; the beach is countless "flower mushrooms" and sunbathing people.
A windless noon, the weather is very hot. The sunlight is very majestic, and it shines on people like a fire.
The heat rising from the ground was as if a match would ignite. At noon, the sky was like a silvery, white-hot iron pot, buckling down to envelop the earth.
The pot was steaming hot, people were steamed only out of breath, every breath, as if swallowing a hot bun. It was so hot at noon that there was not a single cloud in the sky.
The sun hangs motionless overhead, scorching the grass. There was not a breath of wind, the air was stagnant and motionless, and there was not a ripple on the water.
One midday during the summer vacation, it was terribly hot. The sun was scorching the earth.
There was no wind for the whole day, and the willows by the moat were downcast and not a bit angry. The robin desperately screamed "hot ...... hot ......", and it was hard to find any ants on the ground - they couldn't stand the heat either.
In the afternoon, the sky was greenish gray, the violent sun baked the ground hot hot hot; a south wind blew, rolled up a heat wave. The cicadas chirped in the trees, their voices low and slow, as if they were telling an old story.
The old people sat in the shade of the trees, patiently shaking their fans, cursing the heat while happily discussing how the weather was favorable for the rice crop. The birds in the forest are lazily resting on the trees and seem to be dreaming of a good harvest.
In the evening, the wild noise of the bird of prey echoed through the twilight in the sky. And the toad's cry, like a rolling ball, is like a bubble floating on the surface of the pond.
The setting sun seems to be a red ripe red ripe big apple, hanging high on the branch, diffuse sky spread dye brilliant colors. Sunset pressure mountain, light red evening sun emerged, heaps of smiles, revealing the town outskirts of the quiet dusk.
The setting sun seems to steeply break on the horizon, disappearing without a sound, and on the opposite mountain pass, only a blood red remains. Dusk had risen like green smoke from all around.
Dusk is coming, everything is shrouded in the mangy twilight ami. The sun was setting, and the high and distant sky took on a solemn look.
The sun is setting, the surroundings are silent, everything is tinted with a pale yellow hue. The sun had set, leaving only a faint blush of color in the western sky.
The setting sun shone obliquely on the sea, and the western sky was golden, like a shiny golden disk. A touch of crimson sunset shone on the western mountains, and the night was like a fishnet, spreading down from the sky.
In that place where the sun sinks to the junction of water and sky, but there remains a faint reddish hue. At dusk, the light of the setting sun on the river is like many golden needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves.
The sun shone its last light on a tree in the forest, a big bright star, glittering on the azure pale bend. The twilight grew thicker, and the land was chaotic and confused.
Twilight is like a translucent veil, gray over everything. The last of the evening sun in the western sky has melted into the twilight of the underworld.
The twilight-filled streets are dotted with lights, radiating a yellowish light. At this time, twilight.
4. Ancient poems describing morning and evening
The evening ones are: Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) The osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moon is out and the birds are singing in the spring stream. The spring dawn (Meng Haoran) Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and everywhere smells the crowing birds. The sound of wind and rain in the night, the sound of flowers falling, the sound of rain in the spring night (Du Fu) The good rain knows the time and season, when spring is happening. The wind is in the night, and it moistens things silently. The path is dark with clouds, the riverboat is bright with fire. The flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng. Spring Singing (Wu Yuanheng) The willow is cloudy and the rain is fine and clear, and the warblers can be seen when the flowers have fallen. The Spring Breeze Blows the Dreams of the Countryside All Night, and the Spring Breeze Comes to Luocheng. The morning of the title of the broken mountain temple after the Zen garden Chang Jian Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first day of the sun shine high in the forest.
The path to the temple is quiet, and the room is deep in flowers and trees. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the hearts of the people.
All the music is silent, but the sound of bells and chimes remains. The Morning Walk to Shangshan Wen Tingyun The morning rose up and moved the levitation, and the guest traveled sadly to his hometown.
The sound of the rooster and the moon in the store, and the frost on the boardwalk. The leaves of the mistletoe fall on the mountain road, and the flowers of the hedgehog are bright on the wall of the post.
The dream of Duling is in my mind, and the geese and geese are all over the pond.
The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The line is thin and light fog, see put heavy and repeated mountains. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the trees, and then you will be able to see the green streams.
The birds of prey are singing, and they are in the midst of their feelings and thoughts. The Morning Wind Falce[1] is a kind of morning wind, and the north forest is full of it.
I have not seen the gentleman, but I am worried. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I have forgotten much about myself! There are oak trees in the mountains, and the sermons have six barges.
I have not seen the gentleman, and I am worried. How? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The mountain has the bracts of Dai and the sermon has the trees of Tigress[2].
We have not seen the gentleman, and he is drunk with worry. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it! The first time I was a member of the Zhenjun army, I was a member of the Zhenjun army, I was a member of the Zhenjun army.
I was so happy to be able to get away with it, and I was always so happy to be able to get away with it, and I was always so happy to be able to get away with it.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the street.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I am not far away, but I have climbed up and down a thousand miles. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do it.
I've been looking at the clouds for a long time, and I've been looking at the water for a long time, and I've been looking at the water for a long time. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car.
I'm going to return to Benson's hut.
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea that you're not a big fan of the idea.
I asked my son who he was with.
It's a good thing that I'm a father.
This is the first time I've ever seen a wine bottle in my life, and I've never seen it before.
"Under the ragged thatched roof, it is not enough to be a high perch. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with you."
I am y moved by the words of my father and mother. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do, but I'd like to know how to do it! The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miscellaneous Poems Zuo Si For more details, go to Baidu and look up Autumn winds are cold, white dew is frosty. The soft stripes are strong, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.
The moon is out of the clouds, sparkling and flowing. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky, and then you can see the color of the sky.
The high ambition of the Bureau of the four seas, block and keep the empty hall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
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This morning is a beautiful day to avoid the sun. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
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The twelve streets of the capital are lined with tiles and roofs. The tourists were horrified by the tassels of the men and the lightness of the bridle.
The stars were not yet dry in the morning, and the roofs of the houses were already covered with clouds. The guests are all soughing, and the saddles and horses are shining on the ground.
The summer and the winter are just a moment away, and the spring is full of splendor and beauty. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago that I saw it.
5. Words and Sentences Describing Time Periods (e.g. Morning, Noon, and Evening)
Words Describing Time in the Morning Morning Misty morning fog, white in the east, the sky has just broken through, the east wants to dawn, the sky is bright, the sun is full of sunshine, the morning light is gorgeous, the sun rises in the east, the golden rooster reports the dawn, the white mist is enchanting, the stars are retreating, the purple pavilion is shining brightly, the rooster reports the dawn, the floating clouds are opening up, all things are awakening, the morning breeze, the morning light is faint, the air is clear, and the light is bright and clear. Darkness, freshness of the air, fog, few stars, morning light Midday The sun is blazing, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, there are no clouds, the sky is blue, and the sky is cloudless, and there is a clear blue sky Evening Sunset The sun is setting, and the sun is still as blood, and there is smoke, and the birds are returning to the forest, and the lamps are on, and the curtains are low, and the sun is thinning out, and it's night time, and it's late, and it's long, and there are many lights, and there are many houses, and there are many lights, and there are many houses, and there are many houses, and there is a lot of lights, and there are many houses, and there are many houses, and there are many houses, and there are many houses, and there are many houses, and there are many lights. The darkness is still 2 Early in the morning, when all the music is silent and the sky is dark, the night is about to fade away, and the morning light of dawn slowly wakes up the sleeping creatures.
The air is cold, paddling a flat boat, slowly crossing the sea of memory, forgetting the time, but remembering the past The morning is refreshing and quiet, the clouds are light and the wind is clear. Gray-blue dome from the top of the head, gradually fade down, fade down, into the sky and the horizon bordering the light smoke. A light mist rises from the river, the mountains are painted a soft milky white, and the white-colored fog renders everything hazy and psychedelic.
The rising red sun shines on the sea of clouds, colorful and brilliant. A fiery red sun rises through the purple mist, emitting dazzling flames of light all around.
The blue canopy is embedded with a round of golden sun, a white cloud like; a lone sail on the blue sea floating in the clear sky. Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves.
The morning is as fresh as the dew, the sky emits a soft glow, clarified and ethereal, so that one wants to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as looking at the blue sea wants to see a white sail. A few thin clouds in the sky, some as white as freshly picked cotton, some reddish like a beautiful woman's face of the color of the drunken flushed.
The cirrus clouds are floating, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a piece of white silk. The speeding flying clouds pressed low against the shaking treetops in a gushing tumble.
The blocks of small clouds on the top of the western mountain, when people still can not see the rising sun, they are baked by the sunrise bright red, like a wisp of colorful emerald dotted on the alabaster. Just see the white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolled into a ball of cotton wool, sometimes into a long damask, around this peak fluttering and picking, and leisurely from another peak fluttering away.
The sea of silver light running down the clouds, like far away in the sky, but also seems to be close at hand. Light and slow surge, laying out each other, changing colorful, interesting.
The clear blue sky, a few pieces of white clouds drifting past, more set off its gentle, serene. The night sky, blue and deep, blue and transparent.
The sky is especially high and blue, and the clouds are extraordinarily white and gentle and skillful. The night was so dark that the eyebrow-like moon sank very early, and it was difficult to distinguish the scene on the ground.
In all directions, there is no human voice. Only the clamor of the water in the dam breaks the silence of the mountain village at night.
Nearby the path, which family's cattle pen, came from the sound of cattle chewing grass. The mountains have been gray, the stars in the sky, squinting, with a cold light peeping at the earth.
The night of the prairie is so quiet and peaceful, only the sound of quietly flowing streams cause people to think of nature. The winter night is unusually quiet, all the music is silent.
The night is so dark that you can't hear anything else in the fields and mountains except for the chorus of frogs and the cries of finches. At night, the stars are dotted, the lights are confused, silver stars and lamp beads are connected together, it is difficult to distinguish which is the river of stars, which is the sea of lights.
The sky was clear and distinct, the stars appeared, and the earth lay still in the peaceful night. In the middle of the night, the moon was in the west, the stars filled the sky, and the dew floated on the ground, a coolness.
The dark dome of the sky is covered with stars __________________ white, yellow, blue; there are big stars, small stars, winking stars and a glance without blinking stars. The inky sky was covered with chess-like stars.
The sky was adorned with sparse stars, bright as if bright teardrops were about to fall. The pale stars seem to be covered behind a veil, hidden.
The dazzling Taibai star was hanging on the top of this hillock, as if it were a jewel flying out of a dark mountain pass. The few stars are fighting for airspace with the remnants of the day.
Early morning In the morning, all the music is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, the morning light of the dawn slowly wake up the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, paddling a flat boat, slowly crossing the sea of memory, forgetting the time, but remembered the past The morning is fresh and quiet, the clouds are light and windy.
The gray-blue dome from the top of the head, gradually fade down, fade down, into the sky and the horizon bordering the light green smoke. A light mist rises from the river, the mountains are coated in a soft milky white, and the white-capped fog color renders everything hazy and psychedelic. Early in the morning, the small street is quiet.
When the first ray of morning light shot through the mist, the street ushered in a warm morning, at this time, the street of everything is shrouded in the soft morning light, the roadside willows hanging their heads, softly accepting the shower of morning light; upright poplar tree like a robust young man stretching his arms; grass from the wet through a few points of the green of the ghost. What a wonderful summer morning.
Just after winter, the weather is cold. The yellow leaves of the trees, along with the cold wind, have thrown themselves into the embrace of Mother Earth.
The distant mountains are much thinner, near the grass withered, the branches of the trees seem to be naked puppets, mechanically twisting their bodies, as if in the yesterday's goodbye. The purpose of the depression, full of yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.
Noon Sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon, sunny noon Noon: Sergeant Ochumelov walks through the market square wearing a new coat and carrying a small bag in his hand. He is followed by a policeman, with brownish-red hair, who carries a coarse loaf full of confiscated currants.
There was silence. There was not even a figure in the ...... square.
The stores and hotels were open, facing the world of God's creation like hungry mouths. There was not even a beggar's bow near the store door.
In the ambrosial noon, the wind did not blow, the birds did not cry, the cows did not move, and the ravine was dead silent/In the extreme heat of the noon, there was not a cloud in the sky, there was not a breeze in the space, and it seemed as if the air had stagnated/In the noon, when the sun was blazing, and the wild grasses were sleeping in the heat, and nobody dared to walk under the sun/In this summer noon.