The flowers are dark, the birds are singing, the sky is bright, the windows are bright and the clouds are bright.
While I was waiting for the golden lock to turn, Miss Yu Ke, I had a petition to submit in the morning. Because of the wind, I kept asking what time it was all night.
Stay in longxing temple and never dive.
Xiangsha forgot the night and returned to Songqing Ancient Temple. The abbot embroidered the monk's clothes with beads.
During the day, the mind is clear, violets are endless metaphors, and birds fly everywhere.
Check into yunmen temple Pavilion.
Fireworks in Dongshan, Ge Xiang are like a lamp hanging outside. At night, the curtain is rolled up, and the autumn colors are everywhere.
Yu Hongyan's screens on painted walls are more suspicious of bullfighting and dream white clouds.
"Drunken Taiping Untitled" Anonymous
Fame and fame are redundant. Nymphs hurry. Chai Men Jr. painted the ancient city of Jidong. There are many storms. Huashan Cloud can't reach the balcony dream. [Wang Gai] The brook doesn't meet the Taohuayuan Cave. Luoyang city is less than Wuyishan peak. The old man slept like a log.
2. Poems in the Dead of Night (1) Ye monk stayed up all night waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another was hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
Dreams smell broken horns and send them back, and old scars look new. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night. Sai Qu Xia (Lu Lun) In the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the Tatar chieftain is fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses, carrying heavy snow, carrying our bows and swords and chasing them. Sai Qu Xia (Lulun) Forest.
3. Poem 1 Describing sleepless nights, the pride of the fisherman Qiu Si Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan.
Original text:
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. From all directions, the wailing of the border earth sounded with the horn, in the mountains. Twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the gates of the isolated city are closed.
After drinking a cup of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away and have a lot of thoughts. I think of uneven borders, unfinished business, and I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep. The generals and soldiers were stained white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.
2. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Original text:
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Stop writing to the North Campus and let me go back to that shabby hut in Nanshan. I don't have any talent. No wonder I'm disheartened and my old patient is unfamiliar. The frequent appearance of white hair makes people aging day by day, and the arrival of spring forces the old year to pass away. I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.
3. Yue Ming He Jiao Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Original text:
Moon how bright, shine on my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone?
Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible; Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.
4, "Shang Tang" Han Dynasty: Zhen Fu
Original text:
Thinking of you is often bitter and sad, and I can't sleep at night.
Don't give up what you love because of your noble behavior.
Miss you often make me cry, and I can't sleep at night. Please don't abandon what you loved before because of your great virtue. Don't throw away onions and shallots because of fish; Don't give up donating money and materials just because you are humble.
5. "Three Poems of Seven Injuries, Part Two" Han Dynasty: RoyceWong
Original text:
Man Jing is not my hometown, so what is long-term stagnation?
The ark belongs to the river, and the dusk worries my heart.
The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade.
The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest.
The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore.
The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt.
I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano.
Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry.
The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
Jingzhou is not my hometown, but I stayed here for a long time? Looking from a distance, the boat went upstream in the middle of the river, and it was getting late, which reminded me of my homesickness. On the hillside, the afterglow of the sun is reflected, and the shadow under the ditch rock is darker.
The running fox is busy rushing back to his cave, and the flying birds are hovering on the nest. The rough waves on the river are crashing, apes are singing in the forest on the shore, the swift river wind lifts my sleeve, and the autumn dew wets my skirt.
Late at night, I was lonely and sleepless, so I got up with my clothes on and picked up the bronze harp. Tongqin seemed to understand my mind and gave me a sad accent. When is the end of relying on others, my heart is full of sadness that is difficult to send away.
4. The ancients expressed ancient poems in the dead of night 1. Li Bai's "Thinking of Quiet Night" in Tang Dynasty
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Interpretation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
2. When Cousin Lu Lun came to spend the night, Bai Yunfei's book in Tang Dynasty
Quiet night is not adjacent, because the family is poor and lives in the wilderness.
And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light.
Ashamed of being lonely for so long, you often come to comfort me with you.
We are predestined poetry friends, not to mention you and my two cousins.
Interpretation: There are no neighbors in the middle of the night, because the family is poor and lives in the wild. The yellow leaves on the tree fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the lamp. I am ashamed of being lonely and depressed for such a long time. I often disappoint you to express my condolences. We are poetry friends, born by fate, not to mention that you and I are cousins.
3. Judge Yuwen on the Road to Longshan by Cen Can in the Tang Dynasty.
After a post, the post rides like a river of stars.
Pingming hair Xianyang, dusk and Longshantou.
Long water can't be smelled, and sobs are worrying.
Sand and dust sweat horses, fog congeals mink hair.
Whose home is from the west, since the road is new.
Anxi was delivered last month, and it never stopped on the way.
All the guards have not arrived yet. They came to the Western Zhou Dynasty.
After ten days of moraine, the wind will never stop.
In the rubble, all four hooves are bleeding.
Wan Li served the king with nothing to ask for.
I also know that the wall is bitter and I don't want to work for my wife.
Pass the moon out, take care of the tower first.
Stream and breeze, howling in the still night.
Others rely on dreams, and Dashan is more worried.
Hand in hand with your son, don't worry about the road ahead.
Interpretation: The post station is also a post station, and the post rides like a meteor. We set out from Chang 'an at dawn and passed the top of Longshan in the evening. The sound of dragon water is unbearable, and the sound of sobbing and swallowing is annoying. All the way, the wind and sand were covered with horse sweat, and the morning mist was dewy and wet. Who is that man from the west? He claimed to have made meritorious service in recent years and made a formal appointment. I started from Anxi last month and didn't stop to hurry. Duhu hasn't arrived at the station yet, and he was still next to Naxi when he left. It took us ten days to cross the vast desert, and the wind blew sand from morning till night. The war horse walked on the gravel road, and the blood of the horseshoe spilled between the roads. Serving the imperial court thousands of miles away, there is no desire for anything. It's not that I don't know the hardships and hardships of the frontier fortress, just for my wife and children. The moon rises at the frontier fortress pass, and the moonlight is already shining high in the city. The sound of streams, accompanied by the sound of pine trees, whizzed past my ears in the quiet night. The imitation of leaving one's hometown depends only on dreams, and the worry of staying in the mountains beyond the Great Wall haunts my mind. I am willing to join hands with my friends to go to state affairs, and I don't worry about the long road ahead.
4. In the Song Dynasty, "Qin Lou Dashi" Zhou Bangyan.
Toad is clear in the water bath, leaves are cool, and horses are broken in the lane. Idle in the open well, laughing at fireflies, resulting in a broken picture being lightly fanned. People sit for a long time at night, fearing that they can't go back to sleep, which makes the disabled people get more arrows. Sigh for a moment, people are thousands of miles away, dreams are far away.
I dare not comb my temples, I can sell gold mirrors, and I am lazy, dyeing them evenly. Mei fenglu, rainbow rain moss, a dance of red has changed. Who believes that boredom hurts Qian Xun because Iraq will reduce Jiang Yan? However, in the shadow of the Ming River, there are still a few stars.
Interpretation: The round moon is reflected in the clear pond, as if bathing heartily. Leaves rustle in the wind, and the cars and horses in the street are no longer noisy. I, waida, leaned leisurely. She smiled and slapped the flying fireflies and the broken lamp fan. The night is deep and people are quiet. I meditated on the fence for a long time. The reunion in the past and the loneliness today make me more worried. I don't want to go back to my room and I can't sleep. I will stand until I leak more. Alas, youth is fleeting, and now you and I are thousands of miles apart, not to mention the scarcity of news, even dreaming is difficult! I heard that she was lovesick, afraid that the jade comb would spread her temples, and her face lost weight and she didn't look in the golden mirror, and she gradually became lazy to dress up in fashion. At present, it is the rainy season, with rheumatism and wet rain and moss growing. The rose swaying in the wind has changed from brilliant red in full bloom to withered. Who will believe that I am bored, as exhausted as Jiang Yan, and I have no intention to write poems and lyrics, and I am hurt like Qian Xun, and whoever is sad is because I miss you eagerly! Looking up at the sky, I saw the Milky Way and a few sparse stars shining.
5. "Silent Night Thinking" Li Qunyu in Tang Dynasty
Shan Ye is empty and the waterside pavilion is light and cool. The waves are fixed in January, and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
Interpretation: The empty mountain is very quiet, and you can feel the coolness in the attic built by water. The clear reflection of the moon on the calm water can smell the fragrance of lotus flowers.
5. What poems describe lonely nights? 1. Autumn wind came to Wan Li last night. The moon climbed into the sleeping tent, and the air conditioner penetrated the man's sleeve. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: Last night's autumn wind seemed to come from my hometown thousands of miles away. The moon climbed the curtains of the sleeping place, and cold air penetrated into people's sleeves.
2. Some guests are worried and have insomnia. I can't stand the sound of the water clock, the sound of the long night. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: As a stranger, I can't sleep with a quilt. What's more, I can't stand the sound of leaking pots and feel the night is long.
3. Broken dreams, a pillow of acacia tears. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: It is very sad to wake up in a dream, and my face is full of acacia tears when I wake up.
Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter. Look up at the bright moon and send love thousands of miles. -"Midnight Autumn Wind Entering the Window at Four o'clock"
Interpretation: Autumn wind blows into the room from the window, curtains float with the wind, and the bright moonlight fills the boudoir, arousing women's homesickness. Looking up at the high moon as a token, I think of my relatives who went to war, and my heart is full of helplessness and sadness. How I wish this bright moonlight could send my lovesickness to my distant relatives.
Remember to meet after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji
Interpretation: Since that parting, I always recall that wonderful meeting, and I don't know how many times I dreamed of that time with you.
There is a silver-red photo left tonight. I'm afraid that meeting was a dream. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji
Interpretation: I specially raised a silver lamp to look at you tonight. I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream again.
7. It's late at night. A sad song, tears are dark. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, the Lonely Fangfei Festival"
Interpretation: It's late at night. A sad song made my tears fall sporadically.
8. The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the Milky Way is quiet. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"
Interpretation: There are few stars, the moonlight across the Tianhe River is cold, and everything is silent. Only I sing alone.
9. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? When you come in the evening, you have a lot of worries. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"
Interpretation: My hometown is away from Wan Li, Qian Shan, and I feel homesick at night.
10. Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. -Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
Commentary: When I lived in Handan inn, it happened to be the winter solstice of the lunar calendar. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.
6. There are ancient poems in the dead of night. Paragraphs describe sentences that are quiet at night.
1, the earth has fallen asleep, except for the breeze, except for the occasional dog barking, the deserted street is silent.
2. At night, the seaside is quiet. There are no noisy voices, no noisy cars, only gentle winds and wonderful waves.
The night slid down the mountain ridge like a wild cat, put all the sounds into the canyon, and the canyon began to snore.
After the typhoon, the earth was silent, even the sound of butterflies flapping their wings could be heard.
The silvery moonlight is sprinkled on the ground, and crickets are screaming everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter what grass or tree it is, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming.
6. In the dark night, except for the ticking of the alarm clock and the swaying of the branches, there was silence all around.
7. Black covers all the houses, the moonlight is dim, the trees are swaying, and the breeze is blowing gently, blowing the bright faces of the stars.
8. The night is deep, the moon is hanging in the sky, and the night breeze is blowing on people's cheeks, feeling cool.
9. The seaside is quiet at night. There are no noisy voices, no noisy cars, only gentle winds and wonderful waves. -Huang
10, the summer night is very quiet, only frogs croak, and everything seems so quiet.
1 1, I gave a faint rosy dream to my bosom friend. Do you feel the quiet and pure rhyme like me? I used my gentle heart to render the light and color of that dream so beautiful that it was near the horizon. When flowers are blooming everywhere, do you hear the voice of bloom like me?
12, the forest is quiet and you can clearly hear the hum of wings.
13, the dark night, except for the ticking of the alarm clock and the swaying of the branches, there was silence around.
14, the night is as still as a pool of stagnant water. It seems that all the creatures are asleep and everything seems so peaceful.
15, quiet night, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, my mood suddenly enlightened.
16, the forest is so quiet that you can clearly hear the hum of wings.