Modern poems describing night scenes

As night fell, sporadic lights suddenly lit up, which seemed so abrupt in this dark sky. Perhaps such a night scene lacks aesthetics. The following is a modern poem describing the night scene that I arranged for you. Welcome to refer to ~

Modern poems describing night scenes 1 night poems

The evening breeze blows gently.

moonlight

Charming night

You and I met.

Walking on the top of the mountain

Visit on a charming night.

The star smiled and blinked.

This star is me.

That star is you.

Let me snuggle up in your arms

Listen to the sound of your heart beating

you look at me in the face

I look at you.

be locked in an embrace

Zuimengli

Beauty is in the heart.

Smile at the corners of the mouth.

To Jin Yue Province

Waiting for life

You don't want to leave me.

You are my forever patron saint.

The affectionate kiss witnessed the true meaning of this love.

Intoxicated with you and me

listen to

The melody of the stream

Let you dance with me

Romantic night

A beautiful song.

Sweet kiss

Warm words

A happy smile

Light dance steps

Let you and I get drunk this night

Let time stop here

Tell you the poems of this night

Modern poetry describing night scenes, 2 nights, and poetry

Night and poetry

Text/Zizhuxin

In fact, it's just words, just a fairy tale with pictures connected.

Like your thoughts in front of the window, shallow and weak.

Occasionally a gust of wind blows into the veins of leaves.

So vertical and horizontal, so flying, so you, so me

Walking into the center of the night with a story.

Poetry, a little tired, lies flat in my eyes.

Slow or urgent, or ceiling, the last monologue. Sleep!

It's not a fire standing, only the stars are with the moon.

If it rains, if it is cloudy, if it is not if.

How will I bake a poem? It is either cold or hot.

Or innocent sweat in midsummer, the crystallization of stubborn salt.

The night is dark, heavy and silent.

I'm already asleep. Poetry is also silent.

Only that pen is still in my heart.

Write some words without sleeping, and write some phrases without stopping.

Days burn, disperse black and white, and restore green.

Modern Poetry Describing Night Scenes 3 Night Scenes Painting

After midnight,

All the lights in the county town have gone out.

County, it was dark.

Seen from a distance, there are only a few places in the city where lights are still on.

I drove there,

One is the shampoo room,

The other is the shampoo room.

The other is a hairdressing salon.

The other is a massage parlor.

The other is the bath city. ...

At the gate of every shop

Not far away

A dark corner

Several cars are parked.

They don't move.

The elephant dog hid its tail.

Do not bark or bite.

Modern Poetry Describing Night Scenes 4 Night Scenes

Like moonlight and water, cold and sad.

I'm looking carefully for touching poems.

You used to hide in

In the mist

Under the beautiful flowers

Quiet Woods?

Driving a gondola, paddling the water.

Disturb the calm of the lake

Sparse shadows of willows

Swing on the lake

Tuan Tuan de Yu huo

Scattered in the starry sky

Like fireflies flying in the night sky

Quiet and dark lakeshore

Man sang the nightingale?

A sweet singing voice

Except singing and gurgling water.

Nature's harp?

My tender heart

Indulge in the emptiness of the night

It melts in the song.

Dissolved in the fragrance of the earth.

The fresh air of aquatic plants

The scent of lilies

Modern Poetry Describing Night Scenes 5 Night Scenes Collection

The ink left a blank.

Somewhere in my heart

My closest rose

What kind of fragrance will it be?

Look out through the door.

An oil painting on a black background

Throw some red ink at will.

This is called flying.

Looking at the city lights in busy alleys.

And your own shadow.

The mind quietly boarded the next bus.

Drift maturity

A bug is swimming in the dark.

Trying to climb into the dawn

When the rain stopped.

Who will wait for a bunch of wintersweet by the broken bridge?

Fuzzy memory

Hidden in a dark face

from start to finish

Or from beginning to end.

Liuwan

The bleak leaves finally woke up.

Greedy to collect the afterglow of sunset and tears.

The ripening season is in June.

The wooden plow leans against the gable.

An old man sat under a tree and smiled.