Midsummer night is not calm, but the lively summer night has a beautiful face. On such a night, stonebridge also silently poured out his wishes. The breeze blew, rolled up a lost dream and drifted into the distance. Today, I compiled a composition about summer nights for you. Welcome to learn from it. Let's have a look!
Summer night: 1
It's hard to imagine what it would be like without stars on a summer night. Just like the breeze lacks clouds and the blue sky lacks warm sun. Accustomed to the noise of the city, it is better to walk along the country road with me and lie on the grass.
Lying on the quiet country grass seems to bring ChanJuan closer. The bright moon and stars are embedded in the dark blue curtains, and the breeze is blowing slowly in the ear, just like the whisper of stars. I vaguely saw the Milky Way. I wonder if the cowherd and the weaver girl are still waiting for each other?
Not far away, the stream flows quietly between the rocks. What is singing? Silver light shines from time to time between cracks, and I think it is the tears of the stream.
Suddenly, I found a pond nearby, which made me even more surprised. It is in this scene that Zhu Ziqing wrote the beautiful article Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. Later, it was adapted into a song, but it always felt a little less attractive. I want Xin Youan to sing "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight ...". I wonder if he remembers how calm and comfortable he was on the country road when he was in trouble.
I suddenly remembered the couple I heard two days ago: Dong Qiming, Xi Chang Gung, Nanji Beidou, I am a star picker; Spring peony, summer peony, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum flower, I am a flower-exploring lang. This is the pair that Gan Long gave to Liu Changkui. I wonder if Liu Can Gao Chang would climb flowers and explore without these shoes.
Just as I was daydreaming endlessly, I didn't know whether it was the lotus pond or the forest, and frogs sounded. I followed the sound, but there was no sound. It's okay. Why don't you follow Hualiu?
When I think of the word "Jiaxu" in the Book of Songs, it is actually a well-known reed. For example, the moon, Su E, Yulun, Pan Yu, Yugui ... Imagine how much less poetry it would be if all the words in The Book of Songs were written in vernacular.
The sound of ticking between streams, cicadas gradually reaching your ears, frogs gently harmonious, a peaceful scene. The small hut in the distance seems to be out of place, clear and clear, adding a bit of pastoral peace. The moon is as bright as ever, and there are so many stars. Is it just me?
Think of a person's words: "flesh and blood relatives, three or two confidants, a cup of tea, several volumes of good books;" Watch the fireworks, Ruyan Liu. In the years like water, reading, drinking tea, writing and enjoying flowers are enough in this life. "Yes, I can't stand the beautiful life, but that's all.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, how can we not forget the past?
Looking back at the bleak place, go again, the moon is still in the clouds.
Summer Night: Chapter 2
The wind blows on the face with a slight coolness, which is particularly comfortable. Peach blossoms are in full bloom and umbrellas are as beautiful as fire.
Delicate willows stand around the pond, so lush and vibrant, covered with green clothes and hung with strings of green pearls on their heads. Breeze blowing, gently swaying, more graceful.
The lake is covered with a layer of water hyacinth, and there are golden flowers in the middle of small round leaves of emerald green. Looking around, it was glittering, as if God had sprinkled a layer of Venus on it to decorate the lake.
Moonlight filled the courtyard, the distant Woods were covered with silver brilliance, and thick shadows were baked in the Woods, pressing there silently and seriously. The water in the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight and ripple there. The green leaves under her feet and the flowers nearby are covered with moonlight, soft and silent, and trampled by her.
It is the season when the lotus blooms, and the lotus blooms. Clusters of lotus flowers bloom with water droplets, some are in bud, and some bloom like shy girls. The full lotus is waiting for the beautiful Hakka lotus pickers to pick it.
The wind, so gentle, drives the small trees and grass to dance together. When a breeze blows, it's like my mother's hand gently caressing her face. I like that feeling, cool and refreshing. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicacies, silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.
The whole tree is lush and green, and the lingering mist is like flowing silk, winding around the waist, and every leaf has become a colorful pearl.
A quiet summer night and a clear moon always give me a quiet feeling. Bright moonlight, like soft water, pours down, with a quiet meaning. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
Summer Night: Chapter 3
In the evening of summer, cicadas finally brought the heat of the day, but the sun that was about to set was particularly docile at this moment, which also drew a gentle end to this boring summer performance. Busy people seem to want time to stop here and slow down for this rare time. The red sun dyed the sunrise in the west, and also lengthened the back of pedestrians.
As midnight approaches, people seem to have made all preparations for the next day's busyness. So, no one will stay for a quarter of an hour in the middle of the night. After a while, the last light was buried in endless darkness. At this moment, the whole world is as quiet as death except for the barking of dogs and the lingering whine of textile insects in the distance. ...
After a while, the sun seems to be tired of people's wait and see, regardless of people's reluctance. It slipped down the hill. At the beginning of the night, the moon looked at it shyly. Finally, it appeared from an unnoticed corner, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground. Soon, the dark clouds of disharmony began to dominate one side. Roadside street lamps set off the loneliness of moonlight and shed white desolation. They try their best to light the way home for those who come home late, but they can only stand in situ and think about the distance. In the sky, dark clouds seem to be more blatant, occupying the whole sky square. The moon gradually disappeared into the clouds. She is like a child who can't find her home, crying weakly in the clouds, but the stars can't reflect her crying. The earth can only watch from a distance. At this moment, no one will care about her sadness.
I don't know how long it took, but the crow broke the original silence, which also indicated that a boring summer began a new day.
Summer Night: Chapter 4
As the sun sets, the stars slowly appear in the sky, and the moon unconsciously hangs on the treetops. Looking up at all this, how peaceful it is.
The sound of frogs floating in the field seems to remind people of this year's bumper harvest. The water in the field reflects a faint light against the torch, like fireflies and electric lights, which gives people a sense of confusion. Fireflies in the grass fly around comfortably, as if the grass were their paradise. I leaned in quietly, grabbed one, turned it over and put it in my hand. It looks helpless, but it has been struggling and the light on its ass has been flashing. I realized that this is, this is a strong desire to survive, so I let it go, it regained its freedom and flew away with joy and fear. Fly to the distant grass. In the grass, the sound of crickets playing the piano is particularly crisp and very pleasant.
Under the sky, the road is dark and looks like a winding black dragon with no end in sight. The deserted road, against the backdrop of moonlight and stars, is obviously dark, giving people a mysterious feeling. In sharp contrast to the road during the day.
Looking down the dark road, you can vaguely see the place where the land is connected with the sky. There are several small stars flashing, and there are several brighter stars on the upper right. Some light clouds are swimming on the dark horizon. The moon is like a girl wearing a mask, sometimes covering her face with veiled white clouds, and sometimes taking off her veil, which is extremely bright.
The moon is reflected in the pond, and the fish are competing to swim between the plates. On the lotus leaf, there are pearl-like dewdrops, but the lotus stands upright in the water, like a world war I lamp, but there is no light. There are spiders walking on the water, and the quiet water waves are rippling around.
It's late at night, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I'm a little tired of life. How I wish this beautiful scenery could last forever.
Summer Night: Chapter 5
What I like is the mysterious nature. However, in this small town where I live, summer nights also fascinate me.
When night falls, on lanterns, after dinner, I walk the streets alone, facing the last sunset and enjoying the streets on summer nights.
Different from the nature in the countryside, there is not only the noise of people, but also the noise of cars and horses. For me, this is a feast of hearing. Countless words are mixed together, and it seems that you can't hear any sentence but you can hear every sentence clearly. Of course, the roar of the engine, the friction of wheels running over the road, and even the music of shops, coupled with the broadcasts of schools and shopping malls, are playing rhapsody, trying to show the excitement of the streets. This kind of music makes me fascinated by the soft, soothing and peaceful rhythm that I have always preferred.
The most wonderful thing is different lighting, clear night sky and cool night wind. Car lights, street lights, neon lights, signboard lights, advertising lights, decorative lights ... all kinds of lights emit different lights, showing a wonderful world of light in front of me. I walk in the streets, sometimes stopping to look up at the night sky. There is a bright moon hanging on the dark "wall" with one or two stars, which seems to be less lively than the world. There are always a few moments when I see the street next to the cold meniscus brightly lit, and it passes in a blink of an eye, as if I have never lived in the future. But I think it exists and the feeling of loneliness is extremely clear. At this time, the night wind gently brushed my face, and my thoughts became clearer. The freshness of the night wind dispelled my heat, and my restless heart calmed down in the noise; In a deep sense of loneliness, comfortable enjoyment; When the night wind comes again, I seem to understand a lot, a lot …
I was intoxicated by the excitement and wonder of the night in the streets of the town, and slowly set foot on the road home. ...
The summer night on the street in the small town attracts me to explore and appreciate bit by bit, which makes my love for her deepen step by step.