The moon stood on the carpet like an elegant girl. She radiates bright and soft light through clouds and dust. Seen from a distance, it looks like a headlight.
2, summer night, it is so charming.
Look at fireflies! Twinkling sparks, crowds, crowds ... dancing in the fields, on the roadside, by the river ... are the stars scattered in the sky of the earth? In the fields, by the roadside, by the river ... Ah! It's their stage. They're dancing, dancing. ...
Another night breeze is blowing. Is the tide humming or is Songtao calling? It turned out to be a million poplars. When I saw fireflies dancing around them, the dance was particularly soft and moving, and I also gave a happy laugh: "Wow-wow-"
Listen carefully again, frogs are singing heartily in rice fields, worms are calling for partners in corn fields, and earthworms are whispering in the fields. There are also crickets in the grass, who like singing and playing the piano. Singing bursts, the piano is playing, unless the mother is calling it. ...
Oh, beautiful summer night! If the cool and humid night dew hadn't reminded me, I would have been with you until dawn.
2. The evening time can be described in one sentence: the crows around the trees are magnificent and colorful, the rain is tight on a cold night, the sun is shining, the sun is shining, and the earth is sleeping.
evening
Pinyin: w m n Shang
Explanation: The time from sunset or dinner to the bedtime banquet.
Synonyms: night, night, night, night, night.
Antonyms: morning, morning and day.
Make sentences:
1 Owls have the habit of sleeping during the day and catching mice at night.
The lazy monkey is a lazy little monkey. It sleeps during the day and comes out at night.
In the evening, my mother knitted a sweater in the dim light.
In the evening, we review our lessons under the bright light.
Grandma doesn't sleep well these days, so she should take sedatives at night.
Write a sentence describing the night scene with many words. Summer night is so quiet, like a little doll lying in her mother's arms listening to stories. The stars in the sky are twinkling, so cute. My favorite is the comb moon, which shines gently on the water. This is the moonlight like water, because it has been integrated with water, and the static shadow sinks into the wall. At this time, people who are enjoying the moon must be happy. Looking at the harmonious beauty of water and light in Na Yue, I will be deeply touched! The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month is here again. How I look forward to this day! Because at this time of year, the moon bud will become a full moon. Yes, the full moon is the roundest every year, but I don't know why, tonight's full moon is particularly round and bright, and tonight's night is particularly quiet. The moonlight shines, the autumn wind blows gently, the shadows of trees sway, and the moonlight is like water. Everything seems to be immersed in a dream, with its reflection in the water and its quietness in the painting. The night is intoxicated, so am I. Everything is so quiet, as still as water, even the breathing is so clear. It's just that there are a few crisp cicadas in the distance, which makes me feel that the world is not asleep yet! I don't know which calligraphy god sprayed a thick layer of ink on the blue sky in broad daylight. It is so quiet, so harmonious and so beautiful. Except for a long moon and a few scattered starlight, it is almost completely covered by night, without any dust. Even the hazy dark clouds of that day are sleeping like beautiful sleeping beauty at the moment. Everything seems to fall asleep under the gentle touch of the goddess of the night, leaving only the round moon, bright stars and quiet night. Even the sparrow that used to be the happiest in the past is as fast as drinking moonlight wine at the moment! A few wisps of breeze, like children playing in the flowers, make the branches sway gently with the wind, dragging the shadow on the ground for a long time. Provoked Agatha also gave a gentle laugh. They all turned their heads, blushed and smiled at the full moon, just like a child smiling at his mother! At the moment, everything is so harmonious, so quiet, everything is drunk, and I am drunk. I feel as if I have completely escaped from the hustle and bustle of the day and integrated into nature. At the moment of night, it seems that there is only one night, a moon, a star, a me and a dream! And I have long been intoxicated, intoxicated in this quiet Yamashita!
On a moonlit night, the earth looks like a veil. At this time, enjoying the moon is the most appropriate. The bright moonlight shines on the river, and the singing of the river is more cheerful; When the bright moonlight shines on the forest, the forest is hazy and brings warmth to people. Water waves reflect the moon, and small fish swim around in the water by moonlight, adding a little joy to the soft moonlight. Moonlight falls on the roof of a family, sending people a sweet dream. The mountains and rivers are continuous, and under the moonlight, it has become a poetic fairyland. The soft moonlight and everything in the world constitute a beautiful picture. I love moonlight!
Stars are like pearls, embedded in the sky and shining. Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread. On a winter night, a few stars are pitifully cold and shivering, and you can almost hear the sound of teeth fighting each other. The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold. The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes. Shining stars, like gems, densely cover the vast and boundless night sky. The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land. In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snowy world. Gradually, the remnant star closed her sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.
What a cool and sunny autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever before ... like dazzling gems in the silver-gray sky, everything on the earth has become so elegant and quiet. The dark blue sky is so charming, and there are little stars twinkling in the sky. There are more and more of them, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me.
4. The sentence describing this evening is:
All is silent, the night is dark, the rain is tight, peaceful and quiet, the night is as cold as water, the stars are sparse and cold, the night is dark, and the night rain knocks on the window.
Night arrival, the night is dark, the night is still, the earth is sleeping, the lights are shining, and the night is black.
The vast night is all night, the night is gloomy, the lights are everywhere, the night is charming, the night is soft, the night is long, the night is quiet and the night is elegant.
Midnight is deeper.
The night is long, the lights are on, the night is dark, the cage is hung, and the night is quiet.
Ancient poems are:
Night berth near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Revisit the Temple of Yuzhi in Gusu.
Don Xu Hun
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint.
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
Duwujiang
Dondum
When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.
There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn.
The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.
Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.
These paragraphs are:
Time, there is always a past time; The sun always goes down; Night, always arrival. However, night-after all, arrival.
I saw the darkness outside the window, and the world was already dark. If, if it weren't for street lights, shop lights and building lights-
I think-the world will be really dark. The light is on, and our road is no longer bumpy. See the winding road, bend, but it
But after all, there are fewer hips than people.
In the middle of the night, angels came quietly, filling the world with a beautiful legend. However, I found that the light on angels is eternal.
Never stop. I, that is, you are an angel, and you are also that angel. The halo on your head represents purity. The night is bleak. I am standing
Inside, looking out of the window, I can't help but feel creepy. Although there are many angels, there are also many demons. Why do people close their doors when they sleep at home? why
Wherever you want to buy a lock. Because, because the devil's attack power is too great, too great. The magic between heaven and earth, I know, but
Yes, why are there demons in the wizarding world? As an angel, I am still immature. How can we protect everyone's home?
Garden? I have no magic. Oh, no, I have magic. I know knowledge. I can see the sun rising and setting.
At night, it's quiet. I fly alone in the sky. Sometimes, I sit on my stool-crescent moon and enjoy the beauty on the earth.
Scene. The new moon is curved. At those times, I played with my friends. It feels good. The dark universe impressed me deeply and I couldn't help spending a good time with it.
I think, watching insects chirping in the tree, I suddenly feel how happy I am. I lost my mood and suddenly saw a bright spot, so eye-catching, a
Wandering in my eyes, I understand now, that's-
Now, I can't say yet, but I think it is very eye-catching. I was still there to observe. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. I nestled in the arms of the moon, so warm. In my dream, I quietly said to myself-come on!
In addition, please refer to the composition network:
Night falls on the earth. I stood in front of the wooden fence and looked up at the sky. I saw the semicircle of the moon, one bright and one dark. There is a blue halo around the moon. Looking away from the bright moon, I found countless stars in the sky far away from the bright moon. They are like shiny diamonds, some of which emit dazzling Hui Jin, while others emit slight white light. Some evacuated in all directions, and some gathered intensively. How beautiful and spectacular the sky is decorated by them! The moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver, and my figure standing silently looked tall. Behind me, a long green vine coiled around the fence, pulling many morning glory. Under the wooden fence, an unknown flower is blooming freely, red, yellow, pink and white, reflecting the moonlight, which is even more delicate and lovely. The autumn wind is blowing, and the flowers are overflowing and bursting into the nose. Everything is in the silent night, however, I seem to hear an elegant music ... Is it the morning glory on the green vine praising this charming moonlit night?
5. Write an idiom sentence and paragraph describing the night scene with several idioms.
Night, Snowy Night, Midnight, Residual Night, Night, Midnight, Long Night, Winter Night and Autumn Night.
All night, starry night, cold night, silent night, charming night, thin night, soft night, misty night.
Midnight, day and night, the rain is falling, the night is gloomy, the night is clear, the night is falling, the midnight is deeper, the night is long, the night is falling and the night is shrouded.
The dark night changed everything, gorgeous lost its luster, and plain became secret and magical. Conspiracy and misfortune are formed in the dark.
The night slipped down from the mountain ridge like a wild cat, and all the sounds entered the canyon one by one, and the canyon began to make the sound of rape blossoms. At night, only sporadic fire flashes in Song and Ming Dynasties, like starlight after a rain in autumn night.
In the dark blue night sky, a crescent moon leans, and several white clouds are floating around. The moving crescent moon gives off a faint white light, just like a small white sailboat floating on the deep blue sea. The ship will drift to the west.
The thick night, like a painter, painted everything with mysterious colors. As a result, the dignified night has produced an exciting charm.
The night on the grassland is quiet and serene, the earth melts into a piece of ink, and there is no horse. Only the sound of chewing tender grass and the fragrance of grass leaves slowly drift away.
Night, depth, starlight and moon shadow. In the boundless silence, the intersection of that day and the earth quietly ushered in the dawn, and the pink freshmen quietly woke up-great, oh, the charm of the universe!
At night, a beautiful girl left a charming image in my memory.
He was shocked that the night and the moon had so much magic! They embrace everything, change everything, re-smear and shape everything. Everything is completely different from daytime.
Late at night on the mountain, the silence makes people's eardrums swell. There is no sound, but I feel a buzzing sound in my ears. The whole valley is dark and quiet, and occasionally one or two insects are singing, so that the silent valley comes at night.
A chance.
The weeping willows on the river bank waved their hands gently, which made a difference to the reluctant sunset; The sky is in infancy in the color of dreams, waiting for the birth of the first star. The last sunset quietly disappeared in the western sky, and the breeze whispered back and forth in everyone's ear, announcing the arrival of summer night.
The night is so weird and magical, so hazy and gentle. Strange to say, how similar my feelings about the night are to the night itself! At first, I thought I had any impression, but I couldn't find it.
Through the gap in the pine forest, I saw the sunset setting, gathering its brilliance, then leaving the clouds and slipping to the horizon alone. Clouds can't dress themselves with the help of the beautiful radiance of the sun, and the color changes from red to powder and gradually fades away.
Night, quiet night, quiet as a girl's bath, elegant when a girl makes up at night, and sweet when a girl trysts.
The night is like smoke, and the beaches, cliffs and Shan Ye Woods have completely lost their luster of life, showing a colorless and silent monotony. People can only see the outline of the rock standing on the steep cliff. The world is in chaos, the mountains are hazy, the trees are hazy, and the haze is like a fog that can't be blown away, and everything is gone.
There are no stars in the sky, no lights on the ground, and the night is opaque. The sky is like a
The responsibility falls on people. The shadows of trees and buildings in the distance are motionless, like Buddha statues.
Stick to the Buddhist temple. Occasionally, one or two fireflies fly by, and a single spark floats in the night sky, bringing a glimmer of light to this dark night.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly covered the moonlight, and the field seemed to be shrouded in a light smoke, hazy, like falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the field dispersed, the water was clear, and the soft autumn night was washed ... The rice fields around them were like a gray-yellow ocean. Ah, how quiet the night in the water town is.
Night has come, the sky is gloomy, and the dark clouds have pressed the sky very low, like a broken wall that is about to collapse. The cold wind roared, raising dense snowflakes, sweeping the frozen faces of those who returned at night, and throwing hay into the air mercilessly, with snowflakes mixed in. It was a cold winter night, and the night was heavy and suffocating.
At night, the quiet jade moon passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight spreads all over the earth. On both sides of the river.
Fields, valleys and villages seem to be covered with silver. People who have worked hard all day are almost asleep, asleep. Only black citrus trees, like handfuls of huge umbrellas, stood there, full of flowers emitting waves of rich fragrance.
It's dark at night, but it's not bad to be completely black. Coal is black, but can't it be turned into power and refined into white nylon, which can be used to warm people and provide conditions for cooked food in cold nights?
When the turbulent sea water was swallowed up by the sunset, the night pulled up a hazy darkness and surrounded the whole city. But it didn't die, but it became active in another way. The lights of thousands of families near and far are flashing, reflecting the dark sea water next to them brightly.
In the far and deep night in the southeast, between the dark clouds and the Black Sea, there is a mysterious light spot. Some are orange-red, some are white, some are light green, some are orange-yellow, and they gather together in bits and pieces, as if they were a million lamps of a factory. One of them, as hot as flame, should be blast furnace red?
Please adopt! Please. (* _ _ *) Hee hee ...
6. Write a paragraph describing the night with words. I originally wrote:
There is always a familiar feeling in the Woods on summer nights. Soft moonlight, through transparent clouds, gently enveloped this paradise. The moonlight passing through the shadows of trees seemed to be cut into pieces and fell dimly on the ground. That layer of moonlight, like the veil of the fairy in the Heavenly Palace, is light and ethereal, dancing in the night sky accompanied by jewels. The so-called gem is naturally a star. On summer nights, I always like to think of fireflies as stars. I heard my grandmother say that fireflies are the stars in the sky, and they were exiled by the gods only because they longed for freedom and sneaked into the world. At that time, I looked at the twinkling stars and fireflies, listened to the sound of the stream flowing, and nodded naively. Although grandma loves to ramble, she always brings me happiness. I still remember grandma's relieved smile whenever I did something wrong. The familiar flute sound, once again, is still so melodious. It should record all my childhood events. I don't know what kind of person can play such a wonderful flute. From a distance, the original rows of brick houses full of childhood memories have long been demolished and replaced by rows of small high-rise buildings. However, grandma's kind smile is always buried in my heart. ...