Good words and sentences to describe meteors

Meteors will help you realize your wishes.

165438+1October 18, it is said that there is a meteor shower in Leo. It is said that wishing on a shooting star will come true.

After dinner, Shanshan, who is far away from Guangzhou, called me and told me to remember to watch the meteor shower at night and make a wish. It happened to be my birthday, and my wish was coming true. I don't know when to start. I no longer believe that meteors will help me realize my wishes, just as I no longer believe in fairy tales.

I'm too young to say those traumatic words. I am afraid of being laughed at by others and myself. I can't tell you when I stopped believing in fairy tales. I always wish I could be realistic. Now, is this really a reality? Still numb? I can't see myself clearly and I can't see the world clearly. The more I want to see it clearly, the more I feel blurred. So I choose to escape, ask nothing and pretend it doesn't matter. Do I really care? I don't know. I only know that people sometimes don't even know what they are thinking. Just like I am now.

I feel tired, but I no way back, I want to cry, but I want to cry without tears, I want to escape, but I can't escape.

Turn off the lights, and the night engulfs me. Music filled the room like water and soaked me until I fell asleep.

The endless sunflower. In this autumn sunshine, smile; The boundless sea is so blue that I am enchanted; The sky above me is so blue that it breaks my heart. The sunny courtyard, the fruit-laden pomegranate tree, carries my childhood dreams ... The swing shakes me and my dreams, and I can't stop to touch the ground ... I hear my grandmother calling me, and I hear her voice. I saw grandma, grandma's silver hair ... grandma's hands are so warm ... I saw myself, when I was six years old, with a ponytail and a bright face. Lying in grandma's arms, listening to grandma telling faded old legends, wishing on a meteor, the meteor will help you realize your wish … Grandma, what is your wish … My wish is that you will be healthy and happy forever. I am six years old. Laugh. What a big smile.

Grandma, can you hear me calling you? I can't touch her, I shouted in despair. She still can't hear me. Time and space left her 15 years ago in the yard where pomegranate trees were planted 15 years ago. Looking for childhood dreams through time and space, can you touch them? Looking for happiness through time and space, can you touch it?

"Bell ..." Grandma's face began to blur, and so did I at the age of six. Sunflowers slowly drifted away, and the yard, my grandmother 15 years ago and my 6-year-old yard also disappeared. Open your eyes, there are tears in the corner of your eyes. The phone keeps ringing.

"I saw many, many meteors falling from the sky, a big one ... so beautiful. I made a wish ... Did you see a meteor? Make a wish and the meteor will help you realize it. "

Meteor words are far away/thank you

The breeze lifted the curtain in front of the table, a crescent moon hung in the night sky, the air was filled with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and in the spring season, the face in memory quietly bloomed.

I don't know who said, "We are destined to fly to each other from the distant darkness. You fly to me and I fly to you. At the moment we met, we hit a brilliant spark. " However, we didn't bump into each other, nor did we bump into such a bright spark. At the moment of meeting, two meteors passed by, flew towards the dark and distant years and disappeared.

Not touching the slightest regret is like a seed dropped in the ground, which germinates and takes root in the spring rain, grows into a tall tree of dreams and bears many fruits of dreams, each with your name written on it. Oh, I wonder if there is such a dream tree in your heart, and is my name printed on the fruit?

Twenty years ago, I was wandering around the world with the enthusiasm of young people and carrying a simple black small backpack.

This is a beautiful spring. I boarded the bus to Bird Island in Jiangkou, sat in the window seat and looked thoughtfully at vilen outside the window. The carriage is quiet, and most passengers are silent or taking a nap. With the roar of the car engine, two girls with long hair and flowing in the front seat of me are chattering. From time to time, they turned to look here and then bowed their heads and snickered. I chewed my occasional poem in my head and didn't care.

The bus arrived at Jiangkou Town, the terminal, and I got off. I walked along a simple street. This is an extremely simple town in southern Hunan, with only a narrow street paved with bluestone. Twenty or thirty pavements are coldly scattered on both sides of the street. There are one or two buttonwood trees higher than the roof in front of every shop. White or purple flowers that have not withered are sandwiched between clusters of fresh green leaves and swaying leisurely in the breeze. The street was quiet, and the vicissitudes of life old man sat on a low stool beside the shop door, staring at the sunny stone road. When you walk in the street, they stare at you with their eyes like those of an ancient well, and they look indifferent and indifferent.

The end of Qingshi Street leads to a small river. At this time, the sun has set in the west, and I stepped down from the high stone steps and came to the beach. This is a small pier. I want to take a small wooden boat from this pier to Bird Island. A wooden boat is moored in the clear river, and pebbles and fish can be clearly seen. Several women were standing in the shallow stream beside the springboard, flapping their clothes. The setting sun shines on their curvy figures and the microwave-sparkling river, forming a leisurely and elegant freehand landscape painting.

There was a sweet laugh in my ear. I heard voices and looked at the stone steps. I saw two girls coming with me coming down from the bank slope. As they walked, they pointed to the gloomy bird island in the middle of the river with great interest and laughed happily. They quietly stopped joking when they found me looking at them. The tall girl in a red shirt and a long white dress turned around shyly. Before the ferry came, several people on the barge didn't speak, and Bibo leaned against the side plate and muttered something to himself, as if responding to the sweet and soft local accent of the women who were washing clothes. At this time, an egret skimmed the water and flew to the dense forest on the other side. I wrote a poem casually: "Swinging the wings of the sunset to the distant mountains/forests …" The fatter girl was surprised and whispered to her companion: "Wow, he can also write poems!" The girl in red tilted a pure and delicate face and looked at me with a smile.

I nodded to them and greeted them with a smile.

The fat girl raised a pair of big round eyes, looked at me generously and said, "Hello, my name is Dānlín, and her name is Snow White. We are all students in the art department of normal university. What about you? May I know your name? "

I took off my backpack and held it in my hand. I replied with some exaggeration: "My name is Mo Feng, an ambitious unemployed person."

"MoFeng, what a romantic name. Are you a poet? "

"The poet is not a loyal admirer of the Muse."

I talked with the girl named Dānlín, about the simplicity and loneliness of the town, and about the beauty and elegance of the sunset on the river. We are getting familiar with each other and talking more casually, not as awkward as before. For a time, the girl in red named Bai Xue stood by, listening to our conversation in obscurity, always with a quiet and charming smile on her face. The eternal smile of Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa flashed in my mind more than once.

The river is filled with the glory of the sunset, rippling with rosy waves, and silently flows to the distant mountains. Being in this picturesque scenery is really refreshing.

Just then, the ferry was leaning on the barge, and two girls jumped into the boat like birds. Dānlín rocked the boat impudently, with a "giggle" in his mouth. I still stood on the barge, looking at these two lively and lovely girls, and a soft warm current surged in my chest. The successful worker propped up a long bamboo pole and prepared to sail. Snow White saw me still standing in a daze on the barge, waving her arms anxiously and exclaiming at me, "Hey, hey-"I jumped on the ferry without hesitation. At this time, I clearly saw a faint blush dancing on the white face of snow, just like a mist on the horizon, magnificent and vivid.

On the boat, Dānlín was even more excited. She rocked the boat happily and kept asking questions to the successful worker. The river was filled with her laughter. I don't know why, at the moment I am as silent as Snow White, just looking thoughtfully at the distant town. Suddenly, Dānlín took off the camera around her neck and handed it to me. He looked at me imploringly and said, "Hey, romantic poet, can you take a picture of us?" I readily agreed to her request, took over her "Seagull" camera and became their volunteer photographer. These two young girls, with the sunset of the river and the distant town as the background, smiled and posed beautifully in front of the camera in my hand. Snow always reaches out her right hand and draws a V with her forefinger and middle finger. I held up my camera to take photos of them one by one, and jokingly said, don't forget to send me some when you go back to develop. They said they would.

It was already dark when we boarded Bird Island. If there is no afterglow of the sunset on the branches and leaves of the forest, I can vaguely see the red-crowned crane flapping its wings at the top of the tree, and its ears are full of birds. The trees on the island are towering, and the dense leaves cover the sky, and there is not even a little light. Nobody lives here, let alone a hotel. After a long walk, I saw a little light in the depths of the dense bamboo forest. Follow the light to a clearing the size of a basketball court in the forest, where there is a low hut, and a 60-year-old ranger is busy cooking dinner by a stone stove. Looks like we're going camping in the jungle tonight.

Dānlín motioned for us to be quiet, so as not to disturb the old man. She made a gesture quietly and took the lead in turning to a forest path. Si Nuo and I crept behind Dānlín and came to the beach outside the Woods. This is really like being a thief.

This is a flat and soft grass beach, with an empty river in front and a gloomy forest behind. There are several smooth stones at the water's edge. We sat down on the stone, and then each of us took out the food in our backpack and put it together, including bread, sausages and canned beer. Several young people who met by chance gathered in this grass pavilion by the river, drinking beer, telling jokes and enjoying the cool spring moon.

After the picnic, Dānlín jumped on the shallow grass by the river to catch frogs. Snow White didn't go with her, but still sat on the stone with her legs bent, staring at the ripples reflecting the moonlight on the river. After a while, she lowered her head and drew on the stone with her fingers. Her slightly open lips seemed to say something, and my heart was pounding.

The island became quieter, and the Woods and mountains that stood on both sides of the river during the day became blurred shadows. At the top of the tree, a crescent moon is crystal clear, and there is a shining star next to it.

I subconsciously put the bags and empty bottles scattered on the rocks into plastic bags, when Dānlín called not far away, "Snow White, come on, there are many tadpoles here."

Snow White answered crisply, but still sat still, so I smiled and said, "Your partner is calling you. Let's go. " She raised a pair of big shining eyes, glanced at me, then stood up and walked quickly to Dānlín. However, she didn't walk a few steps and squatted down with a sigh. I rushed over to ask her what was wrong. She pinched her ankle with her hand and said nothing. I said, "Did you sprain your ankle? I brought safflower oil to wipe for you? " I didn't think much, so I picked up Snow White and put it on the flat grass beach. I found safflower oil from my backpack, took off Snow White's shoes and socks, and rubbed her sprained ankle. I acted so naturally that I didn't feel embarrassed during the whole process. However, Snow White's face is red, and I can feel her shortness of breath.

The snow couldn't walk for a while, so we sat on the grass beach and chatted. The river flows quietly around me, and there are several birdsongs from time to time in the Woods. I don't know when the frog chorus sounded by the river. Suddenly, Snow White raised her delicate cheeks, smiled at me and said, "Your poem is really beautiful. Can you read some to me? " I cleared my throat and recited several poems in one breath. Snow White just listened with her bright eyes open and looked at me silently.

The night is deep, the moonlight is swaying gently in the water waves, and the stars have covered the sky. In each other's silent eyes, we saw the warm light shining in each other's eyes. The light is so familiar, not strange at all, as if looking forward to a century. We all bowed our heads silently and were at a loss. For me, this is a strange feeling that I have never experienced before.

I always thought that I should wait for my career to be stable and get married step by step at the right time and in the right living environment. Although I also experienced a love without much passion in college, I died as soon as I left school. Later, I was busy with my career and my livelihood.

Unexpectedly, in this temporary trip, on the southern Hunan River far from the city, there will be such a long-awaited pure and elegant girl who meets unexpectedly. My heart is sinking a little, with happiness, joy, and more confusion and anxiety. I'm afraid I can't grasp my mentality and let myself be hurt by lovelorn again.

Dānlín turned around the island and returned to our grassland and beach. When she heard that Snow White sprained her ankle, she smiled cunningly and said, "No way. Do you have any skeletons in your closet?" Snow White is very shy and doesn't know how to answer at the moment. She just patted Dānlín on the arm. Dānlín laughed even harder. Finally, she turned and said with a serious face, "Well, the night on this island is really cold. Let's burn a bonfire. " So, we picked up some dry branches from the Woods and lit a bonfire on the beach far away from the Woods. We gathered around the fire and took turns telling all kinds of strange stories. That night, we merged in the moonlight of Bird Island, which was the most beautiful moonlight in my memory!

The next day, Dānlín and Snow White are going to watch birds on the island. On the pretext of going to Changsha to talk to the magazine editor, I decided to leave Bird Island early. When I said goodbye to two girls, several people felt a sense of reluctance in their hearts. Snow White's eyes showed surprise and disappointment, and a tear that she tried to suppress flashed in the corner of her eye. She bit her lower lip with her teeth and walked away quietly, but Dānlín always put me on the ferry. ...

Unconsciously, twenty years have passed. Over the years, I have been to Shenzhen, Shanghai, Xi and Beijing, married a northern woman and had a lively and lovely daughter.

I came across an old magazine when I returned to Changsha yesterday. An article published on it caught my attention. The author is Bai Xue. The article is about a trip to Bird Island after she and her girlfriend graduated from college. On that beautiful island, they met a romantic poet. They asked the poet to take many photos of them with his own camera. When they got home, they found that the film was all blank. It turned out that when shooting, they all forgot to open the lens cover on the camera, leaving a faint regret for their trip. She wrote: "That handsome and lonely man with curly hair is the only man I have a crush on in my life. Although he didn't stay in my lens, although we didn't have a chance to spend our lives together, that brief encounter was always printed on the film in my heart ... "

I feel a twinge of pain. Isn't that warm memory tearing my heart? I didn't want to provoke my feelings, but now I know that it has been shaking in my heart.

Xuan 2004/11/21

When a meteor streaks across the night sky

When the stars cross the night sky.

Enjoy the cool on the balcony at night, and your eyes are aimless.

Wandering around, buildings and trees far and near were flooded.

In the interweaving of lights and moonlight, it presents a thick shadow in the night.

Light or hidden or present outline. Looking around the sky, the Milky Way is scattered and thin.

The moon hangs obliquely, and the boundless universe looks grand and empty, night

Emptiness, silent condensation, eternal stillness.

Suddenly, a fireball suddenly glided across the sky, which was amazing.

Soul-like journey, heavenly light, that's not

Hesitation and publicity explain life so vividly.

Interpretation, that with all the energy to illuminate the night sky, unexpectedly make

I tremble inside, and I have a feeling of penetrating time and space.

Dreaming and at a loss.

There is an ancient legend that is widely circulated: the light of a meteor.

When Mang is still alive, if you can fulfill a wish, you will.

Realize. Yes, it's just a legend. However, I think

It's beautiful and attractive. When I was young, I don't know how many nights,

I craned my neck and upturned my face, looking forward to the flow of the night sky so devoutly.

Stars, how I want to realize many naive wishes. Once, twice.

Time, I can't remember how many times, sometimes the idea just begins, meteor.

He died in a hurry, and some people stammered out half their wishes, but

Unfortunately, none of them are complete. Excitement and disappointment again and again,

How many deep disappointments left in childhood.

Grow up and have a family, get married and have children, work is busy, worldly affairs are troublesome,

The heavy burden of life and responsibility cover up a lot of brilliant innocence.

Under the dark night of the years. I am so beautiful that I am middle-aged.

I don't remember doing that when the meteor crossed the night sky.

A wish.

The meteor crossed the night sky and set off for the beauty of the moment.

All life. If there are no stars in the sky, the moon will feel it.

Loneliness, the earth will feel lonely; If not all the stars

If you don't die, the sky will become a pool of stagnant water, which is horribly dull.

Meteor is great, it brings vitality and vigor to the universe with life.

Vigor.

I looked up at the starry night sky, and my heart suddenly lost.

Pay a little attention, my mind is empty, and I feel a vast peace.

Harmony. Spiritual thinking is divorced from secular disputes, and there are disputes in daily life.

Disorder, extreme, entangled in various emotions that cannot be released.

Music, too, is stretched, faded and temporarily disappeared at this moment.

I feel carefree and noble, naive and quiet. I feel a return.

The purity of childhood is neither sadness nor joy.

Xie Qingming seems to be back under the touch of a meteor, which is related to the secular world.

At the moment when the meteor crossed the night sky, everything seemed to be forgotten.

It's over.

Meteors crossing the night sky will bring emptiness to the mood.

Peace can make you present a moment of innocence, and we can still have it.

How many wishes?

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I don't know why, I feel so heavy at this time. There is a loss of ignorance and I like to cry. ...

With the sigh of my life, I look up at the sky and want to see the meniscus in the silent night sky. But I don't know when the moon slipped away and the clouds disappeared. There are only twinkling stars in the night sky. Suddenly, I hope a meteor can pass by my eyes. I really want it to take away my heavy heart and small wishes. Alas, how can there be a meteor in this moonless and cloudless night sky? My eyes turned to the playground downstairs in the dormitory, and the ubiquitous lights disturbed my heart. I can't calm down. In the past three years, I have thought of many things ... I can't help shouting "why?" "Why are there always some things that bother me and prevent me from doing my own thing wholeheartedly?" Gradually I began to be afraid, a little scared, but maybe more sad. I am afraid that when I see a meteor, its truest brilliance will be drowned by this light, and I am even more afraid that this light will make me unable to find the brightest meteor tonight. ...

In fact, I have never seen a real meteor, but it feels beautiful and is said to be mysterious. In my mind, I imagined the scene of a meteor passing by. I can't help feeling that meteors are eternal, because life is short and beautiful, because it is true. It is said that he is short because of the moment it shines, and it is indeed because the light belongs to him. Perhaps, it just came to this world at the last moment of life, showing its beauty, but also taking away people's good wishes and leaving people with eternal memories. ...

I looked at the sky and silently thought: A meteor may be a tear, a tear from heaven. When God is sad, there will be a meteor shower. Don't! Perhaps the meteor is the last struggle before death, which means the hope of ........................................................................................................................................................... when disaster comes after death.

Alas ..... not so much, let's go back to real life ~ Life may be as beautiful and mysterious as a meteor. Don't! Life is more like a dish, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Frustration and interference are the most beautiful spices in the kitchen. Would life be so interesting without them?

Hehe, take a deep breath. I seem to have figured it out a lot. I don't want to see a meteor now, because I know that what the meteor takes away is just a wish, just a kind of psychological comfort and spiritual sustenance, and the reality will not change anything because of it. As the saying goes: a hard work is a harvest, and the more you pay, the greater the harvest. Who is qualified to talk about harvest if you don't work?

Imagine: a meteor flashed in the silent night sky, drawing a beautiful arc. At this time, I looked at it with a smile, without excitement or wishing, because I knew it was just a stupid sustenance. ...