The autumn night is really beautiful. Write a composition.

1. A composition describing the scenery of autumn night 20 13 300 words The flowery spring has gone away from us, and the hot summer days have disappeared unconsciously, but the autumn that makes people feel happy has come. It is like a blonde girl, slowly coming to the earth.

I was still sleeping that morning. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, got up and looked out of the window. It turned out that the light rain visited us last autumn, and I felt a chill. Ah, autumn is coming! I put on my clothes and walked along the path in the yard. I saw the maple leaves on the roadside falling like a beautiful "golden butterfly", and the cleaner swept them on the road with a broom. In the river, leaves fall from the trees and swim around in the river, like a boat out of control. Birds chirp in the trees, as if to say, "Autumn is beautiful", and at this time I have been intoxicated with autumn colors.

Among the fascinating four seasons, some people like vibrant spring, some like scorching summer and some like snowy winter, but among the four seasons, I like autumn best because it is the harvest season.

Autumn is really beautiful. 600 words golden autumn

Time kept flowing forward, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada was blown away by autumn, replaced by the whine of crickets in the cracks in the slate under the steps at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink and white. . Big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.

I like this crisp autumn season!

I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.

I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn.

The composition describing the autumn night under the moon meets the Mid-Autumn Festival again. In the evening, the bright moon is like a mirror, and our whole family excitedly came to the balcony to enjoy the moon. Although the night in early autumn is a little cold, we are still in high spirits. I kept chanting Su Dongpo's Water Tune from time to time: "When will there be a bright moon?" Ask the blue sky for wine ... ",which made the family laugh.

People often say that "the moon is especially bright on Mid-Autumn Festival", which is absolutely true. Look, the moon with a gold ring has risen. First, gold, like green smoke, slowly passes through wisps of white clouds and rises. At that moment, the color of the moon changed subtly. It became lighter and whiter, and finally it became yellow with white and white with yellow.

The bright moonlight lit up the earth and the moon rose slowly. I can't help but imagine that the beautiful Chang 'e was locked in the lonely Guanghan Palace because she ate the elixir, and at this time she was making a white carpet with white clouds.

4. Describe the autumn dusk,,, so the autumn of Yu Dafu, no matter where it is, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad.

The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital. Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment.

Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn. It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north.

Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky.

From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest.

It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai.

Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch.

After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths. Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere.

In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.

There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south. Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain.

It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green cloth coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. ) "Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! " Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen.

This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year. Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems.

But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets.

It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn.

Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.

Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it. Gorgeous Four Seasons autumn scenery is the most beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons are recurrent, which is the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature.

Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm.

Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.

Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic.

5. Composition describing autumn night 150 words. Autumn night is quiet, serene and poetic.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, scattering the bright moonlight, as if spreading a layer of white fog on the earth. Now, quietly, a gust of wind broke the silence of the night. The stars are up, and a few small flying insects with wings are flying around, as if dancing with crickets lying on the rocks. Chrysanthemum and osmanthus give off a faint fragrance, which is refreshing. The clear river is spewing, and the tree is busy saying goodbye to Baby Ye.

It's getting dark and it's already late at night. Xiaohua shook her head and said goodbye to the grass. The small house looks at a wild flower beside it, and the fragrance of chrysanthemum and osmanthus is getting stronger and stronger.

Autumn night, quiet and serene.

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6. An autumn night essay, 600 words from beginning to end: Autumn is my favorite four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although autumn is not as blooming as spring, not as hot as summer, and not as snowy as winter, I just like autumn! Autumn is coming, it's really cool and comfortable! There was a rustling sound in the Woods, and I thought something was calling! It turned out to be the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the leaves fell and danced like butterflies. It's really beautiful. I walk on the carpet, and the leaves on the ground dress up the earth.

Looking at the fallen leaves carefully is really meticulous. All kinds of leaves let me hide. Look! The dustman is sweeping the fallen leaves all over the floor! However, the fallen leaves were so naughty that the cleaner was sweating, but the cleaner didn't give up and kept sweeping. The fields are golden, and many farmers and children are harvesting and sowing in the fields. "Click click" became a piece of music, which was so pleasant and pleasant.

The farmer's uncle looked at the field and smiled happily. This smile is so charming, it contains hard work and happiness. The fields in autumn are really beautiful! In the orchard, at first glance, it is really colorful. There are so many apples, pears, oranges and grapes ... apples are so big and red that people can't help but want to take a bite. There are attractive pears hanging on the branches. Farmers are picking pears! Purple grapes are connected in series, and some children look at them, pulling the peasant woman to clamor for them, and the yellowish oranges show a lovely smile.

With so much fruit, this year is another bumper harvest year. Those peasant women's faces are filled with happy smiles, and the little girl is painting this beautiful orchard! This must be a beautiful painting of Orchard in Autumn.

In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds bursts in; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Between the trees and the flowers, the birds are chirping and pleasing to the ear.

The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. The sounds of frogs and cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. The stop of showers and the singing of birds tell people that autumn has begun. I called your name to the distant clear sky again and again, looking forward to your stay, but you brushed away your clothes and left me crying alone in the wind. Although you said you would come again next year, you told me not to be sad about your departure. Although your farewell speech is so refreshing and warm, I am still very sad and miss you bit by bit. Waiting for a long time will erase my sadness, but it will not erase my thoughts of you, so I will wait for you to come again and appear in front of my eyes, and happiness will start here. From then on, forever! Autumn composition 600 words 2: The bleak autumn wind blows off a leaf, which floats in the air in a most beautiful arc and then falls. This is autumn.

My mother-in-law once sent me fruit. Her favorite season is autumn, and her love for me is as deep as autumn. Since I came to this world, my mother-in-law has shouldered the "heavy responsibility" of taking care of me. At that time, she was over half a year old and her face was getting more and more vicissitudes, but I thought her mother-in-law was the most beautiful person.

I am like a hungry child, greedily sucking the endless love of my mother-in-law. In the autumn when I was five years old, I got a serious illness. I vomited at home and had a fever all over.

Because mom and dad have been working outside, there is only one mother-in-law at home. My mother-in-law didn't bother my parents, so she went to the hospital behind my back.

I was lying on my mother-in-law's rickety back, and her mother-in-law kept carrying me. I seem to feel her shortness of breath. Several times, she seemed to want to stop for a while, but she just paused and walked on. My mother-in-law's skinny body is as high as a mountain peak, warming my young heart.

My mother-in-law is old and I am growing up. I used to take my hand to Zhongshan Park every autumn, but one autumn, I helped my mother-in-law to the park.

We sat on a stone bench and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. There are still a few floating in the air, and one falls on my shoulder. My mother-in-law gently brushed away the leaf and said to me, "My mother-in-law has a low education. I have only learned this sentence in my life,' the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise and the relatives are not there'.

You should be obedient and don't convict your parents. They all love you, you know ... "I nodded, puzzled. After coming back from Zhongshan Park that time, my mother-in-law's health became worse and worse, but she insisted on not treating the disease and returning to her hometown. She said, "That's where I belong. "

Mother-in-law died in autumn, and she finally returned to the hometown she missed. It was already late autumn when we went to the funeral. The wind in my hometown is mixed with some dust, and my tears can't help flowing out.

My mother told me that her mother-in-law's life is full of ups and downs. I didn't see my mother-in-law for the last time, and I don't know if she left peacefully.

Fallen leaves are flying in the air like yellow butterflies, the wind is still waiting, and the branches are swinging wildly, as if struggling feebly. There seems to be a voice singing hysterically in my ear, singing this autumn requiem in a low voice: "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but the relatives are not there."

Autumn composition 600 words 3: Autumn time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and autumn comes quietly and unconsciously. Like a child in a beautiful princess dress! A gust of autumn wind blew, and it turned out that "autumn" changed clothes for children! Other trees don't seem to want to take off their beautiful summer clothes, but only maple puts on red autumn clothes.

Autumn brings good news of autumn with fiery red maple leaves; Hang ripe fresh fruit on every fruit tree in autumn to make the air and fruit fragrant in autumn; Autumn dyed the leaves yellow, golden, orange and light yellow ... A breeze blew, and the leaves fell from the mother's arms, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly dancing, dressing autumn into a golden world; In autumn, rice, sorghum and other grains have been cooked, which gives the early farmers a big surprise. So many landscapes make autumn look picturesque and make people feel ingenious. When I came to the field, I immediately saw a beautiful picture. Golden rice came into view, full of fruit and heavy water.

7. Composition describing the night in spring, summer and autumn I had expected and listened to the Spring Flower Show.

Looking forward to the beauty of flowers and listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling. Every spring.

With the March wind sneaking into the eaves, a warm breath has quietly approached, the porch window is still leaning, but the air is so cool that it doesn't have a chill, lightly sweeping across the grass, willow trees, the gurgling river on the edge of the city and the swaying flowers on the roadside. The gloom of winter is slowly receding from that cold corner, followed by it, just like the melancholy mood of winter.

As time goes by, spring comes again, and the roses in the courtyard will weave a brilliant wall again, and the peach tree will faint with a touch of pink again, attracting all my eyes. However, I really want to take grass as a curtain, flowers as tea, hold a volume of poetry in my hand, read silently, get rid of the noise in the world of mortals, let my impetuous heart calm down for a while, and in the faint spring flowers, I will merge my flower-like worries into a flowing river and meander through my dying heart.

"Flowers bloom with the water, and the water sinks into the bone and becomes muscles" is the elegance of daffodils, "Under a book window, people and flowers are fragrant" is the elegance of osmanthus, "Only when flowers don't bloom for ten days, this flower is not a spring breeze every day" is the calmness of Chinese roses, "Don't shake the fragrance, flowers fly without wind" is the lingering of roses, and "Pear flowers are light and Bai Liu is dark green" is the red shadow that doesn't go to the stream, so we can know that spring water loves peach blossoms. Clouds want beautiful clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth "is the nobility of peony ... books have their own flowers and books have their own fragrance." I can't wait to think about the joy of letting a hundred flowers blossom and spring coming.

Silent for a winter, finally looking forward to the day when flowers bloom. Finally, I can gently lift my hair and lift my plain skirt. When I was a child, I walked through the dotted flowers, humming songs, listening to birds and smelling flowers, which filled my skirt with the fragrance of youth. Finally, I can sit on the violin, pluck the strings of time with the tide of thoughts, play the rhyme of water, and hold a cup of tea in my hand. The rhyme of water permeates the air.

"Before the birth of orchids, it contained spring breeze." In the years full of new green, I was delighted to find how beautiful this spring morning was. Or, dreaming of the childhood stream in the drizzle, listening to the clear sound of "petals floating with the wind" and smelling the fragrance of "flowing water in the distance".

Let the faint spring water ripple in your eyes, and the thick spring will condense in your brow. When it is misty and rainy, a tree of apricot blossoms becomes a bleak and ethereal landscape. ..................................................................................................................................................................................

Memories, like those flowers that never fade, turn around inadvertently at a certain time, quietly open in a quiet corner of my heart with a nostalgic look, overflowing with shallow fragrance and lasting aftertaste. Look forward to it again and listen again.

Looking forward to the beauty of flowers and listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling. In this spring.

The lotus blooms several times, and the years are intertwined. In a blink of an eye, it's time to enjoy the lotus again. In sunny summer, it is my simple ideal and pure belief to enjoy the lotus beside a pool of red lotus and clear water.

Looking at its lotus leaf field, the flowers curled up and smelled its fragrance. However, I can't help but feel that the crystal lotus is like an old friend who crossed the river, blooming her amiable smile, involving my ancient feelings and bringing me peace of mind and worry-free. When the fragrance is not fragrant, people gradually realize that there is a little bit, and their thoughts jump and stretch between lotus leaves. Then, it is a kind of peace and relief beyond the world of mortals.

When I am almost overwhelmed by some meaningless trifles and repeated boredom in my life, I will want to come to such a quiet corner. Facing a clear lake, I seem to have come to Yaochi Wonderland, enjoying a pool of flowers and fragrant green, and calming my mood in one breath. Look at the lotus flowers during the day, and watch the trees filtered by the sun shine on the slightly overflowing flowers. The breeze is blowing, the clear water is sparkling, the broad lotus leaves are layered, and the graceful lotus flowers are swaying in the breeze. Whether it is a rouge-colored bud or a pink flower, it will give people a warm feeling and will be moved by her nobleness, which is pure but not demon.

The poet Yang Wanli must have expressed the wonderful feeling that "the lotus leaf is infinitely blue the next day and the lotus flower is infinitely red the next day" in such a clear environment. Watching the lotus at night is filled with a layer of hazy beauty.

Silver moonlight, like a veil of mist, sets off the graceful lotus flowers more lightly and elegantly, as if the fairy Ling Bo waded to hold up her skirt, and the faint and cool fragrance filled the night and sprinkled on the moonlight. No wonder the poet Cao Yin said, "You don't have to close the door when you sleep by the lake. Every late Qing Dynasty, you get wind of the house." .

When you enjoy the lotus in the rain, you will see more charm and rain. "Gently pose lightly Juanjuan, embellishing the garden pool is also poor.

Counting, lotus leaves rain, and the sky is a little red at dusk. "After being washed away by rain, the floating dust on the petals is charming and fragrant. Lotus leaf is dark green, the rolling rain beads on the lotus leaf are crystal clear and cool, and the heart is washed as clean and clear as water. At this time, if you close your eyes, the mysterious and beautiful melody will be as endless as the dripping of a mountain spring and as beautiful as nature.

And "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain" not only listens to the ethereal voice, but also listens to a kind of melancholy and helplessness after the tragic autumn. A rain on the residual lotus is accompanied by a kind of beautiful loneliness in the depths of the soul. Lotus, as if endowed with fairy-like spirituality, did not drift with the tide in troubled times, silently continued its roots and persisted in its pursuit.

Profit from others, not from the land. Even though she was born in a muddy swamp, she stuck to her jasper-like purity and released her fragrance. I think people also need this kind of character, to find their innocence in confusion, to show off their dreams in succession, and to stick to their vows in ups and downs.

Even in the days without flowers, the heart is gentle and happy. A person's life will be as leisurely as a song and as brilliant as a flower.

The flowers in the autumn wind came early this year, but they were as gorgeous as the lotus steps of 28 women.

Autumn in August 2015 is really beautiful. The composition writer Xia girl quietly left, and Qiu girl quietly came. Come to orchards and fields. Lively and lovely autumn wind, rolling in the golden fields, running on the path. Autumn is a beautiful season and also a harvest season.

In autumn, the fruits in the orchard are ripe, pears and red apples in Huang Chengcheng. The leaves in the forest fall from the branches, like beautiful butterflies flying in the wind, as if to show the last beauty of life, and refuse to fall easily.

The fields in autumn are more beautiful. In the endless field, red sorghum stands on the roadside with a red torch, just like a red street lamp beside the field. When the wind blows gently, sorghum swings from side to side. He looks like a toddler, and he is still a little unsteady.

Corn is planted in the middle of the field. On the top of the tall corn stalk, there is corn with teeth. Who doesn't like it?

Looking at the autumn fields, I can't help but admire: "The autumn fields are so beautiful."

Ah! The autumn scenery is really like a colorful picture!

Ah! Autumn is so beautiful! I love you!

9. A small exercise to describe the autumn night scenery, 100 words. 1, 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.

2. The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. There are several street lamps beside the trees beside the pool, and the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon around the moon in the pool. The bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the cracks in the clouds. A piece of white clouds is connected with a piece of white clouds, such as a wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright.

The moon will come out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. The weak light inlaid a circle of lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the top of the tree became darker every minute under the weak light.

4. Autumn night is an autumn night. Sometimes it's terrible. I often wake up at night and am not sleepy. I only heard the patter of rain outside the window, falling on the roof and my lonely heart, pouring the night into a sea and my heart into a boat, beating with the pulse. Eyebrow comment: the metaphor is novel and appropriate, vividly writing the depth and beauty of autumn night. My heart is depressed, desolate, at a loss, doing nothing and thinking nothing. Turn off the lights, but I can't sleep. Savor this silence carefully, calm my impetuous heart, listen to the traveler, and turn the voice to nothing, which is refreshing. When a person lies quietly in the dark, he will feel that music is like a running water, which surrounds him and infiltrates the closed heart of the crowd for a long time. Eyebrow criticism: if we use another metaphor, the language will be beautiful and the emotion will go to another level. At this time, my mind was blank and quiet, many things were forgotten, and many things were recalled, a beautiful and warm memory. ...

I hope the landlord will adopt it.