Good sentences about the night

I saw that the moonlight in the garden was clearer than outside, and there were many shadows all over the ground, and there was no sound at all, which was very desolate and silent. Just listen to: the sound of the wind blowing, the sound of fallen leaves blowing on the branches, the sound of "swishing" in the garden and the sound of "squeaking" on the branches, all of which will make those western Western jackdaw birds fly (Cao E: A Dream of Red Mansions, page 1304

The moonlight shines like silver, and the bamboo on the mountain turns black in the moonlight. The insects in the grass around me are as dense as the rain, and sometimes from somewhere, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "falling and hissing"! Pinch its throat, not long after, the bird seems to understand that it is midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still sleeps with its eyes closed. (Shen Congwen: Border Town, Selected Novels of Shen Congwen, p. 282)

The moonlight outside the door is fresh and bright. The moon is just overhead, surrounded by a gale, as if frozen into the sky. Little stars scattered all over the sky are shrinking their heads and shivering coldly. There is a layer of snow on the newly-built cowshed, and silver stars shine in the shadow of the moon. (Yang Shuo: Three Thousand Li Rivers and Mountains, p. 104)

Night arrival ... oh, if I were a painter, I would paint all the power of night beautifully! I will draw the whole sleeping swamp; Countless stars looked at it motionless; The barking of dogs far and near broke the general silence; A junior church clerk in love escaped from wild dogs and climbed over the fence with the fearless spirit of a knight; The white walls of the house are illuminated by moonlight; The whiter the tree, the darker the tree, the darker the shadow that falls on the ground, the more fragrant the flowers and quiet grass. Crickets, knights who have been harassing the night, burst into songs from all corners. I will paint it in a low adobe house. A girl with heavy eyebrows and big eyes, her young chest undulating, tossed and turned in a lonely bed, dreaming of a hussars beard and a horse-pricking needle. At this time, the moonlight is shining on her cheek with a smile. I will draw the shadow of the bat crouching on the white chimney of the house flashing on the white avenue ... (Russian [Guo Yili: the story of the quarrel between Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich, selected novels of Guo Yili, page 28]

The moon rises and the night becomes pale and dark. The shadow seems to have dissipated. The air is transparent, fresh and warm; You can see clearly everywhere, and even distinguish the grass stalks on the roadside. In the distance, you can see the bones and stones in the clearing. Suspicious. Just like the monk's figure against the bright background in the moonlight, it looks darker and seems more melancholy ... People only need to look at the pale green starry sky and see that there are no clouds or spots in the sky, and they will understand why the warm air is still and why nature is cautious and motionless. It is afraid of losing even a moment of life. As for the immeasurable depth and infinity of the sky, people can only appreciate it by sailing on the sea and enjoying the night view of the grassland in the moonlight. The sky is terrible, beautiful, kind, lazy and confusing, and its lingering depth makes people dizzy. ([Russia] Chekhov: Grassland, Selected Novels of Chekhov, p. 19 1- 192)

A warm moonlit night came to greet us. At the end of the silvery white river, the grasslands on the banks are looming. Some yellow lights flashed on the steep shore, like a few stars caught by the earth. Everything around us is moving, shivering without sleep, and living a quiet and tenacious life. ([Su] Gorky: "On Earth", p. 237)

In his small garden soaked with glory, rows of fruit trees reflected the delicate shadows of their branches that had just grown green leaves on the path; The plump honeysuckle vine that climbed to his wall spit out waves of wonderful sweet and fragrant air, making a fragrant emotion float in this gentle and clear night. ...

As soon as he arrived in the field, he stopped to enjoy the whole plain submerged by the caressing light and permeated by the soft smell of bright night. Crowds of toads keep releasing their short metallic tones into the air, and nightingales in the distance spit out their puzzling and dreamy beaded music. Their crisp trembling in the moonlight makes people look forward to hugs. ([France] Mo Bosang: Moonlight and Selected Stories of Mo Bosang, Volume I, Page 2 14-2 15).

The moon has just risen from behind the field, round and bright. On the ground, flashing water, there is a layer of silver fog floating there. The frog is talking, and the toad in the grass is singing the melodious sound like a flute. Crickets' shrill trills seem to echo each other like the flashes of starlight. The breeze shook the branches of the hazel tree. On the hill behind the river, the nightingale's crisp song came. ([France] romain rolland's "John Christophe" Volume I, p. 100)

Crickets are singing around me. The temple has just struck the bell and gong, and the sound is getting lighter and lighter, and finally it gradually disappears into the dark jungle on the far shore. A long bright light shines on the dark water of Ganges River. On the shore, in bushes and fences, under the corridors of temples, on the foundations of collapsed houses, by ponds and among palm trees, there are some strange shadows everywhere. Bats fly from the branches of aesculus. Near those houses, sometimes there was the howl of leopards and wolves, and sometimes it was quiet and there was no sound at all. ([India] Tagore: Steps by the River and Tagore's Works III, p. 5)

In the early summer night, there is no spring cold, and it will be hot for a few days. The west wind blows from the plain in the upper reaches of the Weihe River, skimming the wheat ears that are flowering and filling. The wind brings the heat of the sun to the south of Shanxi and the west of Henan during the day. Mosquitoes can't bite people on windy nights. Because most rice fields are not soaked in water, the toad's cry is not the strongest.

How fascinating my summer night is! In the paddy field with water, the stars twinkle. Young people in love, how to surround the courtyard wall on such a night? (Liu Qing: A History of Entrepreneurship, Part I, p. 543)

He went to La Yinji Park, where he found a relatively remote and quiet place. There are several stars twinkling in the sky. The breeze brought people whispering in the upper reaches of the shopping mall, and moisture rose from the pond. Occasionally, only buzzing beetles fly there. A bat passed silently; Deep in the park, a bird cries for its companion in vain. In the pond, there are distant paddles and young women's laughter. ([Wave] Proust: Puppet, p. 285)

In the unfathomable sky, at night, in front of his confused eyes, a great spectacle appeared. Darkness spreads the velvet of ink, covering the horizon, and countless stars are shining and phosphorescent, weaving into beautiful patterns. Below, in the vague place where the earth meets the sky, there are thousands of lights in the dark city ...

It's almost ten o'clock. There is no one in the street. The last few neighbors returned to the house one after another, only to hear the sound of the store closing the door. The light in the window flashed and went out. One or two lights were on and then went out. The air is quiet ... there are newly cut grass and fragrance in the distant fields, and the fragrance of lilacs planted in pots is floating on the platform next door. The air is still. Tianhe moved there slowly. There was a cloud of smoke in the sky, and Ursa Major and muddy Xiong Xing rolled on the axle. Stars dot the pale green sky, like green chrysanthemums. The bell of the church in this area strikes eleven o'clock, and other churches around it are echoing, some are the voices of changing dynasties, some are the voices of being late and pure, and the bells of every household also emit heavy and turbid tones, including the hoarse partridge sound. ([France] romain rolland: "John Christophe" Volume I, p. 288)

Wake up slowly and stare out through the half-opened wind curtain in front. There are countless stars hanging in the distant and cold sky. Below, the coachman's lantern wobbles like a jack-o'-lantern dancing in the moor; On both sides of the road, there are all dark Woods. In front, the white road rises step by step until it is suddenly blocked by a sharp and high ridge, as if there is no way to go, and the sky is everywhere ...

In late autumn and early summer, the weather always turns cloudy, causing strong winds and heavy rain. On such a stormy night, people who are most used to night walking will get lost.

Li Paichang is not a coward. ..... But there is no big bear to show the way in the night sky, and it is surrounded by black plains. Lightning flashed occasionally, and all I saw was the crops swaying wildly in the strong wind. If you don't see a tree, you can let him touch it on the shady side and the sunny side; There is no rock for him to explore the moss in the shade; Not to mention a land temple facing south. The darkness formed a ruthless prison, which firmly imprisoned Li Paichang and his party. (Yang Shuo: Moonlit Night, Moonlit Night, page 57)

The summer night in the wild is quiet and refreshing.

The distant mountains, nearby villages, jungles and mounds are all covered with veils. The night in Montenegro is different, and the colors of mountains, forests and hills are different; There are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and dark gray like silver, which is very suitable for China painters. Everything is not static, it seems to be mysteriously floating, moving with pedestrians and approaching them. (Haoran: Sunny Day, p. 357)

The red light on the top of the mountain in the distance gradually disappeared: it showed a monotonous dark blue. Night hangs over the canyon.

In the dark silence, in front of cutting people, there are such traces, dense forests, flint steep slopes behind forests, and lonely vertical cliffs above, just like death closing his eyes ... After a while, this trace disappears. Crawling in the canyon at night. ([Su] Surafimovich:, p. 1 13)

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 woke up from a small dream and sang a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after careful consideration, she was completely silent. ([America] Michelle: Gone with the Wind, p. 397)

The darkness of the night is as tragic as the funeral. The whole nature seems to be dressed in mourning. ..... The moon and stars are covered by dark clouds and dense rain, and seem to have disappeared completely. ([English] Hardy: The Return of the Native, p. 449)

Here, the sound of night is the sea, not the river; It is the sigh and shock of the sea; There are no birds, no owls, and no calls or sirens to repel female mosquitoes; Only a piano is playing ding-dong, the white house draws a three-dimensional curve in the sky, and the fragrance of cloves fills the space. A window of the hotel, high, with lights on; He saw a figure through the shutters. ([English] John Galsworthy: The Apple Tree, p. 99)

The night in Chiang Mai is warm, boiling, quiet and serene. Look at Chiang Mai during the day. Tall buildings are like flowers scattered in the green ocean; Looking at Chiang Mai at night, those buildings are like canoes floating in the blue waves, with clusters of fishing fires flashing in the waves. A warm and boiling night gives people a passion for hard work; A quiet and serene night gives people a contemplative enjoyment.

At night, in the summer night of Taihang Mountain, there are dew, floating fog, dark green fragrance of grass slopes and crops. In the bright moonlight, the cape, terraced fields and Woods are shadowy, just like a sweet and chaotic dream. Heaven and earth are free and hazy. Everything fell asleep, even the sound of the waves of the Heiniu River and the sheep farmers and dogs herding sheep halfway up the mountain fell into a deep sleep.

It was dark. The heavy rain swept by and the wind sizzled the wires in the distance. After a flash on the head and a thunder, the sound of the tide hitting the shore came from Long Beach. (High: Spring and Autumn in a Small Town, page 3 14)

The dark night sky is like being soaked in ink. From time to time, there are small red and green lights in the gap between the drizzling clouds. It is a dynamic transport plane, flying in the sky at night, through the clouds; Night lights are like red and green streams, fleeting. (Luo Guangbin Yang Yiyan: Hongyan, page 5 15)

It was a gloomy night, and the wind was blowing outside, and the wind groaned like a dying man; A shower hit the glass window, sometimes it was silent. This kind of weather makes the whole nature suffer; Trees sway painfully or bow their heads sadly; Birds in the field huddled together in the jungle; The streets of the city are also empty. ([France] Miao Sai: Confessions of a Century, p. 36)

The rain is like a spring, and people can almost hear it dripping on the wall outside. On the old mossy roof, some runners are always in the same place, tireless and monotonous, making the same sad sound; These bearings make houses made of stone, hard soil, gravel and shells drown everywhere on the ground.

People feel that there is water everywhere, and the water turns into a cold Wang Yang, which surrounds you: a kind of wild water, which sounds like a whip, shatters in the air, making the darkness more dense and isolating the huts scattered around Blobanalek from each other (Rorty: Icelandic fisherman,No. 139).

It was dark. The heavy rain swept by and the wind sizzled the wires in the distance. After a flash on the head and a thunder, the sound of the tide hitting the shore came from Long Beach. (High: Spring and Autumn in a Small Town, page 3 14)

The dark night sky is like being soaked in ink. From time to time, there are small red and green lights in the gap between the drizzling clouds. It is a dynamic transport plane, flying in the sky at night, through the clouds; Night lights are like red and green streams, fleeting. (Luo Guangbin Yang Yiyan: Hongyan, page 5 15)

It was a gloomy night, and the wind was blowing outside, and the wind groaned like a dying man; A shower hit the glass window, sometimes it was silent. This kind of weather makes the whole nature suffer; Trees sway painfully or bow their heads sadly; Birds in the field huddled together in the jungle; The streets of the city are also empty. ([France] Miao Sai: Confessions of a Century, p. 36)

The rain is like a spring, and people can almost hear it dripping on the wall outside. On the old mossy roof, some runners are always in the same place, tireless and monotonous, making the same sad sound; These bearings make houses made of stone, hard soil, gravel and shells drown everywhere on the ground.

People feel that there is water everywhere, and the water turns into a cold Wang Yang, which surrounds you: a kind of wild water, which sounds like a whip, shatters in the air, making the darkness more dense and isolating the huts scattered around Blobanalek from each other (Rorty: Icelandic fisherman,No. 139).

A few days ago, the snow had not melted, reflecting the moonlight, and the square in front of Juyitang was as white as day; The recognized new moon has frozen the residual snow on the ground again, and it just rustles when stepping on it. ..... Half-wheel Leng Yue floats among a few loose frozen clouds, like a broken hand of Datong Temple Lu, drooling and smiling. A few sparse stars are hiding in the sky, which is also a wink to Lin Chong. (Mao Dun: A Leopard Head Lin Chong, Collected Works of Mao Dun, Volume VII, page 129- 130)

1 1 thick black weather hangs over the grassland on the east bank of the Volga River. When it gets dark at 5: 00 pm, you can't tell when it is: at night, in the middle of the night, or at 5: 00 am, because the night extends to almost 14 hours, and it is as dark as one night. The cold wind is still whistling on the grassland, and the snow seems to have surprised us for too long, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, and sometimes falling. The wheels of long cars and the rims of two-wheeled cars are also creaking on the tight and solid snow layer, and military drivers turn silently at the intersection with their own small lights. ([Su] simonov: "Day and Night" 355-356 pages)