The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.
Every night arrival, the whole Panzhihua Iron and Steel Company is a bright fishing fire, just like the shining stars in the underground, uglier than the stars in the underground, but also full of absorption.
Silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed 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. ?
The night sky is picturesque, I really don't know, I was shocked at first sight. The night sky is waiting for us to unveil its mystery. It is very cold and windy in winter. This season, it is very cold, and there is no warmth at night. It is so lonely, cold and lonely in my heart.
Good night, Chen Jiao. Shyness dispelled the mist. I saw him dressed in black, vigorous and free and easy, picking up something, his long sigh ... Fate was once the king's will ...?
The cold wind at night in Beijing in late autumn seems to penetrate into every corner of the body through tiny pores on the skin. This season, this state, this me, seems to lack some positive energy. A person quietly waiting for the arrival of winter. ?
There is a waning moon in the night sky, maybe not, but after the full moon, a cold light is cast on the ground. The tree is dancing and only a few leaves are posing there. At least they can be elegant for a few days this year. It's going to rain again, not the gentle rain last week, but the sleet that hit my face like a knife. The wind will come again, and this time it will be awesome! The warm days passed and winter finally came.
On a cold night, people who are shrinking their necks pass by in a hurry. The osmanthus trees in front of the door exude residual richness, and tiny gold rustles all over the floor. Although the fallen flowers are defeated, the fragrance is inexhaustible, and the night wind is blowing, which is already cold. Sitting in a bright home and drinking a bowl of hot soup in winter is the most insipid happiness.
I prefer winter in the north. The air is full of cold smell. It should be so cold in winter. The snowy night is particularly beautiful. There is a magic in the cold breath that you can't forget. Home is the cold echo when you shout loudly in the northern winter night.
The rustling night wind slapped his face and felt a slight flinch.
In the night, the trees stand like some ferocious giants, staggered into piles of dense shadows, and the gaps between the leaves are like hundreds of small eyes, peeping around mysteriously.
In the quiet night, the moonlight is like a note, and the cold is biting.
At night, the moonlight is particularly cold, and a circle of frozen water around the lake will form finger-thick ice.
It's cloudy and drizzling at night, and the fields are like being locked in a big iron pot, opaque and dark everywhere.