Light is the protagonist of this long night. On the street, the street lamps are shining brightly, covering the stage of this town with a layer of golden clothes. The neon lights on the roadside are like seven-color ribbons, adding elegance to the already golden stage.
The lights on the high building are not far away, and the stage is wrapped up and brightly lit, just like a bright pearl. 2. As night falls, the charming night sky is intoxicating.
The existence of night brings infinite silence to people, and also makes the tired city calm again. The night quieted down
The night is too quiet. The moonlight shines solemn and holy light on the leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces, just like the fog woven by hazy silver gauze. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore.
4. You can sit on the playground alone, listen to the sound of basketball touching the ground, look at the starry night sky, and be in a daze quietly, dreaming that the stars in the sky will become the constellation of yourself; Leaning against the lemon tree, I smelled the fragrance of the blue flowers quietly blooming beside me; Facing the wind, breathing fresh air that has never been seen before; Look at the kitten playing among the flowers. To dream, to discover those little-known secrets.
5. The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the gurgling sound of running water can remind you of this nature.
2. Who knows the beautiful poems of the night? The quiet night market has faded its original beauty. The breeze playfully slipped into the half-closed glass window, kissed my cheek, stroked my hair, and the pages turned rhythmically with the beat of the wind. The white moon lies lazily on the dark blue bed, but it adds a touch of bright color to the night. As if the night is washed away and the dirt is washed away. I got up and went to the window and opened all the windows. The wind danced and sang unscrupulously, and my hair danced into my mind. The emptiness, indulgence and freedom of that moment penetrated into my skin and dissolved into my blood. I took a deep breath, an unprecedented impulse and shock made me close my eyes, put aside everything and enjoy the silence and baptism at night. A magical poem "A Lonely Night" was bruised by the spring breeze and bruised at midnight. Hands are cold, use rain to repair the eclipsed scenery and light up the soul for a touch of green. The night has not digested loneliness, and it is difficult to absorb virtual nutrients by swallowing the hypothetical lingering. A person's silence at night is the shadow of a big city, and the window of vague language makes it difficult for the soul to sleep. Close your eyes and you will lose the light of thinking. Open the past, open some past knocking at the door. The dusty dust welcomes the review of life. In the past, the moonlight that polished the memory was still running in circles like a dream. In the past, Zhang Xiu's face with flowers was still a youthful handsome naked marriage that could not be erased. In the past, some intimate names grew up overnight to maintain nostalgia. You can see the track of past growth along the trunk. The root of the memory of the sun once moaned through a mural. Language above language is the neat space of a poem. Punctuation makes way for words, builds a bridge of inspiration, and poetic imagination opens space for turned words, paving a hotbed of survival dreams. On top of language, the hair of poetry is full of catalytic ideals swaying in the spring rain, and an idiom that cannot bear to whisper is leisurely green in the country of poetry. The night is fragrant-written to myself (night is also)-black is interminably integrated into my body, infecting all spring dreams with given opportunities and cultivating new buds of poetry. Say goodbye. The river washed by the saliva of my ancestors spoke my dreams through my lyrical mouth and said a word to my long-cherished wish. Although the stuttering sunset has subsided, the rusty throat is still dry, and the promise of conquering love is aborted unexpectedly. I can't say goodbye to women who smoke. "Maybe her money comes from many pockets with a desire to buy." She naturally came face to face. Vagrancy is more than shadow expression, coquettish than some frivolous words. She is holding a cigarette and pinching the morality of ordinary people and dodging everywhere. She just walked in the street, made a lot of eyeballs, lost money and became vain. Love lays the groundwork in the middle of the night, depicting the two ends of emotion, one end sprouting love, and the other end laying down arms and moving towards freedom. Black people's body odor spreads on a street corner in Guangzhou, and a story on the equator is useless. The breath of foreign countries invades every nostril that passes by, making black people's blackened bodies vivid in places with light. The sun is innocent. It is the root of life growing in a country like night. It is impossible to line up by yourself. The sun is in front of spring, flowers are in front of flowers, white clouds are in front of the city, money is in front of me, and I am behind. Listen with strength. Maybe the wind will cut in line. After the imported pet dog left. Old people, soldiers, and VIP ladies who give priority to eyebrows may violate the rules. I am always at the end of the line, trying to touch the finish line with my eyes. At night, I wander the streets with a story in my mouth, and the street lights stand on tiptoe, and I can't see the end of the story. Will the wandering artists at the foot of the overpass miss the frogs in their hometown? Kuroha is as proud as a peacock at night, hiding its ugly soul. Singing at night is like a frozen fish, unable to swim freely. The night arrogantly wants to imprison everything, but everything changes quietly inadvertently.
Colorful neon is its blurred eyes, dim little star is its bitter heart, and it is often just an empty shell full of complicated stories. Night is a magical witch, driving a dark horse car and doing different tricks. Who sleeps in its story? When a heart banishes the plot of the night, when an eye sees the fluctuation of the angel.
Who can't stop crying black tears? When the window doesn't show a dim shadow,
At night, the evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, you can temporarily forget those sad and troubled things, and you can quietly look at the night sky while sipping fragrant tea or coffee. At night, it's just dark, and the dense fog overflows, which edifies a calm and peaceful night with white fog.
In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating. It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon! The stars are shining and the wind is sunny.
Taking the sky as the curtain and the ground as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the freshness of summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance.
My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is.
4. Beautiful sentences describing the night 1. Inadvertently looking up, a small star enveloped the southwest. Big, bright, only one, but so dazzling, before sunset in the evening. Around a street, after two buildings, through the gray air, it is still there, surrounded by a few looming little stars, which makes people daydream.
2. In the early summer night, the cool breeze like water gently washes away the noise of the day, and the flowers in the air are so refreshing. The stars in the reflection fall on the sparkling Pipa Bay like countless pearls, and the night in the city is so romantic. Standing in front of the art center building on the shore, looking at the drifting crowd, I silently stretched my numb limbs and my excited heart slowly calmed down.
In the dead of night, the night is like a sleeping baby, an unpolluted forest. The sky is the blue that Picasso just painted, and it still keeps moisture, evaporating in a pure land, carefully nourishing every sleeping creature on the still soil, including our hearts and our thoughts. I like the night, when the fresh wind dances. I love the night, it has a unique peace. I like the night, this is my own world. ...
5. The night is like a thick inkstone, too deep to dissolve ... The night sky is like a navy curtain dotted with sparkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
At the beginning of the night, people are sleepy. In a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, snow-white angels slowly fall from the night sky.
Light snow and dance music came in the evening. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng caught fire and fell asleep. At first, her color was very light. Then she became deeper and brighter.
Finally, a bright moon hangs in the high dark blue sky like a huge plate, and the soft moonlight covers the earth like a transparent white gauze. How beautiful! Today's moon is different from usual. As soon as it appears, it is particularly bright, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze, which adds happiness to people! The moon is big and round, like a big moon cake, which makes people want to bite her at once! The bright moonlight shines on the river, adding luster to the sparkling river. Moonlight hung in the night sky, illuminating the dark blue night sky.
Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. In the evening, the night began to fall slowly.
Birds in the sky have returned to their nests with songs. The sunset glow also gradually disappeared, and they disappeared.
A black curtain enveloped the whole earth. The moon also rose to the sky, trying to drive away the darkness.
The moon is thin and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. I hope that people will live for a long time, and Chanjuan will look up at the bright moon and send acacia from afar.
6. Sentences about late at night. Beautiful sentences about the night
1. The night is getting dark, but the city is still bustling. Neon lights up the luxury of the city, but also cover up the bright stars and moons, throwing the changing colors into the sky without restraint. The sky is hazy, even black is not pure.
It's midnight. Only care about how wronged you are, let it be buried in your heart, and don't want to disturb anyone!
Although I can't live to be 100 years old, I will say that I will love you for 10 thousand years, and I will love you and miss you with my body and mind, day and night!
4. The night makes loneliness become deep, and loneliness sublimates and blooms in the night, and deduces the beauty of black. On a starry night, I am still myself.
You don't understand the darkness of day and night, just as you don't understand my sadness.
6. I love the night, because under the starry sky, the longing for dawn is burning.
7. The night gave me black eyes, but it made me fall in love with the pain it caused me.