Evening is coming, the sky is slowly getting darker, the earth began to fall asleep.
The night was so fascinating, a jewel-like star in the sky glittering, mysteriously blinking its charming eyes.
The moon curved like a small boat, and the moon was like a small boat, and the moon was like a small boat. The curved moon is like a small boat, rowing freely in the sky.
The night is so charming. At night, our "night fragrance" girl gives out a burst of strange scent． Miss Cockroach and Miss Dragonfly are partying in the heart of the flower and they are singing and dancing, and they are also competing with each other! The happy birds flew back to their warm homes and sang lullabies for their children.
The night is soft． The moonlight, the sparkling stars and the brilliant lights were so dazzling. The wind girl" with its incomparable wings caressing the earth mother mouth also sings from time to time. The square is not so noisy in the old days. However, only some naughty children take advantage of the darkness in the yard to play hide-and-seek 。。。。。。 You chase me, really like a group of happy little stars. The street is like a river with flat waves, recalling the hustle and bustle of the day.
Looking at the moon in the sky, it's like seeing the beautiful mythological fairy Chang'e with her own Jade Rabbit dancing on the moon in her favorite dance. At the same time also shows its colorful and versatile, if you see this picturesque scene that day, you will not be able to help but say: "the magic of nature and colorful scenery is too different."
The earth is beginning to wake up, but I still think it is so exquisite. Its beauty will not be able to express in its own words, but only with the heart to experience in detail. Today, I saw the beauty of this dark night, only the beauty of this can make me seem to be in the clouds and fog.
The night, the river is quiet, whimpering toward the end of the day flow, gradually into the boundless darkness. In an instant, the moon accompanied the tide, and the world was instantly bright. Bright moon, bright water, but since the beauty of the hazy, beautiful heartache. In the middle of it, a trace of melancholy will unconsciously seep through the body, unable to extricate themselves, also unwilling to extricate themselves.
The moon gently draped in silver for the river, the river will be happy, like a child, showing off to leap forward. Water and the moon, always be the favorite of each. With the moon, the water is more lively; with the water, the moon is more beautiful. The river and the sky are one color, extraordinarily clear. The gentle river around the water small Ding. Silver moonlight, a quiet and vibrant. Flowers and plants seem to be asleep, but you listen to ah, the air is filled with their whispers and whispered laughter. Look, the snowy tapestry is a sea of flowers, for the air is full of fragrance. There is no way to tell what kind of flowers they are, the moon has given them a veil. But it's okay, the flowers are beautiful, the misty flowers are even more beautiful. The water carries the fallen flowers, the poignancy of the other side of a tenderness. Snow-like flowers, gentle flowing water, lovers like match. The moon makes the world exquisite, but also makes the world become hazy. The white and soft sandy beach on the river is dreamlike and unreal, but incredibly real. The moon, the flowers and the water make up this spring night.
The sky and the earth are silent, there is a certain majesty in the silence, a fatherly favor of this moon, this river, this flower, this night.
How long has it been? I'm here watching the night? A few thousand years? Or tens of thousands of years? I can't remember, it's been too long. This ancient unchanged night! Life is so fast, so many times, things have changed. Remember who first looked at the moon sigh? Who first marveled at the view of the river and the sky? And who was the first time to send out the feeling that things are not what they used to be?
Life has changed from generation to generation, from one generation to the next. I thought it was always myself who was here with the night, but I heard the voice in my heart say: No, it's not you anymore! I argued to: No, I have been here, the night has not changed, I have not changed. The night smiled and said nothing, but gently enveloped me in a vast black robe. I woke up with a jolt, once upon a time, there was a time when it felt so familiar? Probably in a previous life. I was speechless, yes, Night had already experienced my countless lives. She knows everything. The river in front of me, the moon is a gift from eternity. I understand, my life will also be short and eternal, just like the passing river.
Bobbing his head, he tried to break free from his thoughts, but fell into a deeper depression.
Who's boat is floating alone in the moonlight? Is the person in the boat holding on to her who is also sleepless and wandering in the moonlight? The moon will be watery light splashed on the platform, adding a little bit of sadness, a little bit of helplessness, a little bit of loneliness. Sorrow is like the moonlight that sneaks into the window. The beaded curtains hanging down from the door cover the tears of the people in the house, but they can't cover up the lovesickness that pervades the surroundings. If you look around, it seems that there are memories everywhere, once sweet. In the blink of an eye, but it is already the time has changed, the sky is the end of the world. Life is so beautiful and helpless. Su Dongpo said, "But I wish people would always be together, thousands of miles of ****chan." Bathing in the *** with the moonlight, the heart of each other miss, is not a good emotion. After all, the story of the geese passing on letters is only a legend, how can birds pass on this sacred love of love?
The boat traveler ah, you also think of a long time has not returned to the hometown? I've been back to my hometown a thousand times in my dreams, but when I suddenly woke up, I was still outside the mountains. Ask the silent flow of the river, can it convey the feelings of longing for people? The company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services, and the company's website is a great source of information.
The river has been resolutely passing away for ages, taking away a lot and leaving a lot behind. Spring will end, the falling flowers have to go to the flowing water. The slanting moon sinks to the west, as if to return as resolute. Some sadness, this river, this flower, this moon, are going to pass away. This night, too, will pass away. "No, it won't!" A determined voice said, "They are eternal, have you forgotten?" Yes, eternal. I meditated to.
Ahead of me was an endless road, not even knowing where it would lead. I stepped onto it without hesitation, with a heart full of emotion and hope. I believe that at the end of the road, there will be a home for my emotions.
The moon finally set - reflecting off the sparse river trees and shaking down the light of the river.
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The setting sun put away its last smile, the twilight mist gently drifted down, the night ground thick black wings gently covered the earth, everything is quiet, only the river is clattering.
This wide river meanders through the fertile plains of southern Jiangsu, endlessly carrying the fruits of the sweat and toil of the farmers of Jiangnan to the cities of Nanjing and Shanghai. Huge, heavy wooden boats with bulging white sails and small fire wheels called out shrilly as they sped away, the water lifting up layers of white waves and lapping melancholically at the riverbanks.
Now the river was immersed in the heavy night, and its rich, bared bosom was breathing evenly, as if dispelling the fatigue of the day. Behind a neighboring peak, from which the curved crescent moon was rising, it moved slowly across the dark blue sky, rising to the mid-heaven, with the stars twinkling silently