In the summer night, when there are many mosquitoes, I shake the cattail leaf fan, sit under the locust tree and look at the small blue sky through the dense leaves ... (Lu Xun)
In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night. (Lu Xun)
The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle. (Feng Deying)
The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, twinkle and flap tiny spots. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time. (Wu Qiang)
The undulating loess along the road rolled like waves. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell. (Zhang Tianyi)
The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; Hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun is shining in the dark blue sky; The shore opposite us is the Yan wheat field in Huang Chengcheng. In some places, absinthe grows, but there is not even an ear of wheat. (Turgenev)
When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose. (local records)
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. (Liu Zhuode)
That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. Those dense poplar leaves, like running water, are rustling day and night, quietly and loudly flowing where people can't see them. (Serina Liu)
The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been swallowed for a long time, suddenly jumped out, like a freshly baked golden plate, dazzling and glowing with golden light, illuminating the whole earth. Frogs on the lotus leaves, grasshoppers in the grass and birds on the branches are all awakened by this sudden light, cheering and singing loudly. (Wang Zifu)
In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather. (Jin Jingmai)
The rolling purple light, half hidden behind the poplar road, casts colorful light on the waking earth. Gradually, the dazzling clouds were parted, the sun appeared like a fireball, and the red light like fire poured down on trees, plains, oceans and the whole earth. (Mo Bosang)
There is no moon at night, and the stars are particularly dense. After eleven o'clock, everyone went to bed. It is really quiet around. I'm afraid an embroidery needle can be heard when it falls to the ground. The dark sky is dotted with piles of unknown names, hand in hand in a big circle, which looks like pearls and precious stones embedded in the collar. I really can't sleep at the moment. I got dressed and got out of bed. I went to the window and looked at the sky blankly. The chaotic starlight and the silent night scene, if coupled with a crescent moon bent like an eyebrow, are not as beautiful as the scenery we went to Central Park last year? (Feng) According to
At night, it's too quiet. The moonlight, like a mist made of hazy silver gauze, sheds solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore. (Liu) According to
The night is dark and the moon is hanging in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this lady Diana (the moon god in Greek and Roman mythology) sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth, which makes the mountains here dark and the fields dark. Cervantes (West)
The scorching sun is high above the world. The red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame of boiling oil. Transpiration, suffocation, coolness and strangeness almost make people's underlying cells and fibers burst because of trembling. (Rou Shi)
Under the bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; When flies and bees fly to the shade of trees, their songs seem to become particularly gentle; Oil-green grass, without any gold, is fresh and lovely, and looks flat without any fluctuation; The slender stems stand upright and do not tremble, as if they have lost their dreams; There are countless small yellow flowers hanging on the short branches of the bodhi tree. They are motionless as if they were dead. With each breath, the fragrance permeates the heart, and the heart can easily absorb the fragrance. Far away, on the other side of the river, until the horizon, everything is brilliant; From time to time, a breeze passes by, wrinkling Ye Ping and strengthening the light; A bright mist enveloped the whole field. Birds are silent. In the hot noon, birds never sing. However, the hehe sound of the weaver girl is everywhere. Listening to the warm singing of life makes people sit quietly in the quiet shadow and feel extremely happy; It makes people sleepy, but it also tempts deep fantasy dreams. (Turgenev)
The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice fields was steamed to make a tiny noise. The leaves of the seedlings can stand the paper, lose their green luster and have no wind. People walk on the ridge of fields with seedlings on both sides, so hot and sweaty that it is inconvenient to breathe, and no one wants to come out. (Ai Wu)
The fresh air makes the earth vast and infinite. Everything is far away, calling people to the blue edge of the earth. Standing in this place, I saw the sun rise more than ten times, and every time a new world was born in front of me, full of novel beauty. (Gorky)
It's not sunrise yet, it's just a little dawn; This is a wonderful and infinite moment. In the deep white sky, there are still a few stars scattered. The ground was dark, the sky was white, the weeds trembled slightly, and everything was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark seems to meet the stars and sing in the sky. The vast sky seems to hold its breath and listen to the ode that this little life sings for the boundless universe. In the east, the glass mountain canyon reflects the bronze horizon, showing its shadow; The dazzling Taibai Star hangs on the top of this mountain, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark Shan Ye. (Hugo)
Mountains, trees, jungles and mounds in the distance are hazy, like veils. The night is not the same black, and the mountains, forests and hills all have different colors; There are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and dark gray like silver, which is very suitable for China painters. All this is not static, it seems to float mysteriously, swimming with pedestrians and approaching them. (Haoran)
You can see the orange round glass roof under the tree, and the misty fog rises from the canyon. Quiet lilac flowers, flowers have not yet opened, immersed in the moonlight. All the flowers are wet with dew and can be neatly separated from each other. Light and shadows are mixed together, just like those on Australian trails, as if they are not made up of trees and roads, but transparent houses hanging in the air. (lev tolstoy)
The water of Qinhuai River is blue and turbid; Does it look thick but not greasy, or is it condensed from the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? When we first got on the boat, it was still dark, and the gentle waves were quiet and euphemistic. We were vast in the sky and fascinated by paper and money. When the light is turned on, the darkness becomes heavy; The hazy water is like a dream, and the occasional flashing light is the eyes of the dream. (Zhu Ziqing)
At first glance, the sparse forest and the faint moon are quite like the scene of crossing the river in the blue sky; Over there, it is dark and seems to hide endless darkness; It is almost unbelievable that this is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dim lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal scrolls, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeaky huqin sound finally let us know the Qinhuai River, which is as green as old wine. There are many streaking days here, and it feels late at night; From the sunny Shui Ying, what we feel is just a thin night-this is the night of Qinhuai River. (Zhu Ziqing)
The sun has turned to the top of the western hills. The bleak light shines on the blood in the snow and the vast Shan Ye. Shan Ye is white, and there are no traces of roads. (Jun Qing)
It is late at night. The dark blue sky, like being washed by clear water, is as clean, soft and solemn as water; There is no moon, no swimming clouds, and the blue sky in Wan Li has only twinkling stars, just like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on boundless blue satin. Dewdrops, quietly condensed. Where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, the heart-shaped leaves of poplar were covered with dew. The dew is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more round. Suddenly, a drop of dew falls down, and another drop of dew falls down ... (Liu Yazhou)
The night is getting darker and darker, and villages, Woods, potholes and ditches all seem to fall into mysterious silence at once. (Jason)
The dying moon still lingers on the edge of the dark forest in despair. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no wind. However, the treetops are swaying slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the boulevard cast long and unpredictable shadows. The fountain spits water and makes a wonderful rustling sound in the silent night. (German) eichendorff
In the morning, I deeply breathe the fresh air full of mountains and valleys with frost, and feel energetic and full of strength. It seems that I became an excellent hunter who can catch tigers in the mountains and wrap jiaozi in the water overnight. (Wu Boxiao)
The morning glow gradually shows purple, blue and green colors. The rising sun showed the first light. Never seen this bright red so red; I have never seen such a bright red. The fireball rose in an instant; The rosy clouds are hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever changing; Space emits a hundred beams of light. (Xu Chi)
When the sun sets ... when the silver-gray twilight covers the grassland, you will see countless fire spots, which are herders burning copper pots to prepare dinner. (Bi Ye)
In the dead of night, listening to the pendulum swing indifferently, I am constantly lonely ... Night and sleep cover the earth, and everything is silent (Gorky)
When the earth just woke up from dawn, clear laughter came from the solemn and cool orchard. The joy of birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles, who love to fly around in the morning breeze, are running around uneasily. Dense leaves wriggle slightly on the spreading branches, but they can't cover up the fruits. You can see the dew shining occasionally in that bush, just like the dazzling stars in a foggy night. A layer of fluff or a thin cream on those red skin is even softer and wetter. Clouds rose in Ran Ran, and through the thick green leaves, golden clouds sparkled, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the Woods. (Ding Ling)
One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song sounded the sound of autumn insects, and occasionally accompanied by several accompaniment, the fruit blew on the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. (shack)
..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away, like a country girl, shy. People used to say, "However, before she started coming towards us, we shouted and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." That's one o'clock The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it. But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the surging "Tao" sound. The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall. The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world. (Zhu Ziqing)
On a summer night, the sky is full of shining stars, just like a galaxy paved with subdivided quicksand lying in the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze, there were occasional barks from two dogs, and the deserted street was silent. (Yang Mo)
At night, a cool breeze blows gently. I am blowing the leaves of sorghum with dew, roaring poplars, shining rivers and Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks. He is warm all over. What a beautiful summer night! The glittering and translucent stars are shining with touching light in the boundless gray sky. Grasshoppers, crickets, frogs and cicadas who have not slept are singing lyric songs gently in the grass, by the pond and in the cracks of trees. When the vast fields are sleeping in silence, green crops, gurgling rivers, winding dirt roads in the dark, fragrant wild flowers and leaves, rich and fresh intoxicating air, and legendary revolutionary struggle life are all particularly charming, giving people a good feeling on this unusual night. (Yang Mo)
At this time, everything was silent, only the silence and darkness of the warm night surrounded them. Mockingbirds living in wild roses and honeysuckle flowers occasionally wake up from small dreams and sing shy and beautiful songs. Then, as if after careful consideration, it was completely silent again.
At night, the high blue sky is sparsely inlaid with gem-like stars, and the sky always shines like a ghost eye. The air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice. The dreamy sense of security on a summer night makes all creatures seem to want to let the Russians sleep. Although there are grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi's faint cries, their voices are so faint and far away, as if they were dreaming! (Writing Manual, 1983)
Near dusk, the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red spreads around, covering half the sky, and gradually fades from layer to layer until it turns gray. Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky. (Writing Manual, 1983)
The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled on Phnom Penh, bursting out with two or three fiery sparks, so the vague outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged with continuous light blue lines.