How to write a composition from day to night in Shenlong Mountain, Fugu

I'll add you to two, as if everything were magic. Look at the stars in a down-to-earth way; Looking at the sky for a moment, I still don't want to delay. A series of multiple-choice questions are in front of us, which is irrefutable, leaving only you and me in the middle of the sky. ...

Night, night is so beautiful.

Falling in love with this dark blue galaxy seems to be an insurmountable gully before my eyes. Its blue, different from sky blue, is a kind of magic that makes people unconsciously close together. Immersed in it, they don't seem to know. Anyway, the river is crystal clear, and in the eyes that seem to know each other, it is engraved with a hundred years of loneliness and silence. No one knows where the sky came from and when the earth appeared, just as everyone knows that colors and shapes are untouchable. The god of the night holds up all the dust under his body with a pair of blue arms, and every undulating breath is clearly visible here.

So the literati said: The starry sky is a silent poem.

Lust for its unique flavor, like a mother's touch, but as cold as a teenager on an iceberg; Like goose feathers on wings, it is softer and more comfortable than it. There are always people who want to be alone on a certain night and indulge in some subtle touches in life. It is said that at night, emotional animals will become sensitive and have a so-called "touch" to everything around them. This animal pretends to be a messenger of light during the day, but its heart has long been dim. It has no feeling for color, just like a thin coat, but it can't touch the edge.

Therefore, the writers wrote: the night is an endless chapter.