A word that describes a summer night, a beautiful word, always gives people the feeling of summer sunshine.

A sentence describing a summer night, a beautiful sentence.

On summer nights, the stars are shining, one, two and three. Blinking, like naughty and naive eyes, but like eyes full of mysterious wisdom. They seem to have seen us, so they play hide-and-seek with us. Their dexterous bodies, hiding from Tibet, dazzled us. Suddenly, a meteor came and attracted our attention. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from our eyes again. I looked up and opened my eyes, and looked at it carefully from east to west, but I couldn't even find a shadow!

In the quiet night sky, the stars all over the sky are playing with each other and blinking their eyes, as if watching all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the earth! Teacher Yue came late and shyly pulled a headscarf to cover her face. The stars and the moon seem to be the guardians of the night sky. Stars sometimes gather together, sometimes like an "umbrella" and sometimes like an umbrella.

As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless little stars. Blinking, as if inviting people to visit the vast space. The bright moon sails on the deep blue sea like a silver boat.

Summer always feels sunny and mysterious. In this beautiful nature, summer nights really amaze me. I believe that in this ever-changing four seasons, it is not only summer that has this unique charm. There must be many interesting things in nature waiting for us to uncover its mystery.

When summer comes, cicadas on the trees can't wait to climb to the top of the trees, and there is a lively scene of "knowing in the cool breeze at night" In the city, nothing changes at night, but the simple countryside has changed a lot. The roadside has experienced decades of new vitality under the trees. Kind and naive country people are laughing and laughing under a century-old tree. Although there are no colorful lanterns in the city, there is a steady stream of laughter; There is no fighting posture in the debate, but a war of words between the older generation; There is no such expensive history museum, but there is a living history.

In the park, trees stand upright on both sides of the park road, just like sentries. As long as you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of "rustling sand" and "croaking", which is a veritable serenade. In the grass, many insects are asleep, only the fruit is singing crisp songs with its loud voice, accompanying people to sleep. The tree also fell asleep and stopped dancing branches. Describe a beautiful passage on a summer night.

At night, I look up at the starry sky at night, ah, how beautiful! The night sky, the bright moon and the twinkling stars bring me endless imagination. The black, blue, black and blue sky is like a piece of paper, and those twinkling stars are like beautiful flowers and shining lights, lying quietly on this black, blue, black and blue paper.

How beautiful the starry sky is in summer! Those twinkling stars are so calm and serene, like bright eyes and sparkling pearls, which make me have endless fantasies. ...

In this magical and beautiful season, how beautiful and enchanting she is during the day, singing and dancing everywhere, pink and green. No wonder Du Fu, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, praised her enchanting with "birds in the river are not only white, but flowers in the mountains are all burnt", while Yang Wanli, a great writer in the Song Dynasty, praised her children-lotus flowers with "the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors". However, I love the quiet beauty of this person's night.

Suddenly, a voice broke the quiet atmosphere. Looking back, it turned out to be three or five groups of children playing. Under the street light, they are playing games happily, playing with eagles to catch chickens and playing hide-and-seek for a while. They laughed hysterically. Some children lay on the grass and counted the stars, played with them, and went home to rest when they were tired. At this time, the grass downstairs became a cricket concert hall. Every time in the dead of night, they will open their voices and sing loudly. The song is really beautiful, even better than lullaby, which makes people fall asleep after a tiring day. Frogs are singing in the pond, moths are flying in the air, and fireflies illuminate the earth with lanterns, forming a beautiful "summer night map".

The beautiful little stars shining all over the sky are not as bright as the sun and as clear as the moon, but they shed dreamy light on the world, turning the earth into a strange world and inducing people to explore the starry sky.

Stars, like playful children, are generally spoiled. Some of them run far away, as if playing hide-and-seek games with us, so that people can only see hazy shadows, while others are like shy girls hiding behind clouds and don't want everyone to see her true colors; Some are like naughty children, blinking and secretly making faces for us to see. The moon is also very interesting. Sometimes it's like a sickle, sometimes it's like a boat, sometimes it's like half a big watermelon, sometimes it's round.

Summer nights are always so intoxicating, and the dark sky is full of shining stars, which is particularly dazzling. A bright moon hangs high in the air, and the faint light is like a gauze, fluttering on the river, like a layer of broken silver. The summer wind is expected, blowing slowly, especially fresh and cool. Frogs hiding in the grass began to become wild. They kept barking, but the cicadas attached to the trunk didn't give up. They cried "Got it". I don't know when fireflies also flew out to enjoy the cool, shining on the tree, which was particularly beautiful.

The stars are reflected on the river, the breeze blows, and the water ripples like fish scales. The light of the stars scattered, and the river was covered with a layer of broken gold, which was beautiful! Suddenly I remembered a poem: "A slight wind and waves spread all over the river." This is really a true portrayal of the eyes!

Summer came, night came, and the concert began. I sat quietly on the balcony, ready to attend a lively music feast on a summer night. You see, the starry sky is the background of the music stage. Close your eyes and feel how comfortable the summer breeze is! When the wind comes, there seems to be a warm current flowing into my heart, gentle and warm.

Isn't this sunny night a good time to see the constellations? At the request of my little cousin and me, my mother took us to Seoul Park. Under the breeze, the flowers put away their petals and fell asleep in a daze. The cricket under the flower is having a concert and singing loudly.

Moonlight is like a gentle mother, stroking every child with her delicate hands. In her arms, the mountains are deeper, the roads are quieter and the nights are more mysterious. The little tree swayed gently, just like a charming girl dancing!

Look, countless stars are flashing, like precious gems, and the vast sky is like a huge screen. Little stars are sometimes embedded in the blue curtain like gems, shining faintly; Sometimes it blinks like a small eye, curiously looking for something on the earth.

Summer nights are very quiet and charming. As soon as we arrived at the gate of Nan 'ou Garden, we were greeted by tall and straight trees. A breeze blew and the leaves rustled, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Along the path leading to the river, I heard frogs croak, and the bridge was brightly lit and busy. The light reflected in the water is like a boa constrictor swimming, and the river is rippling, which is really beautiful.

The golden moon hangs in the dark sky, and it is much brighter around. On the street, the bright lights turn on slowly, and people walk on the street in summer, like small fish swimming around in a small pond. On the road, the car ran fast, like a rabbit running in the arms of Mother Earth.

In the summer evening, my brother took me for a walk in Mochou Lake Park, and we talked and laughed as we walked. A full moon, lying quietly on the lake. The little animals here are holding a concert: frogs beat drums and croak; Crickets are playing the piano in a low voice; There is always a vibrato song in the grass of Lulian, which is "Summer Nocturne" played by Textile Gu Liang.

You see, those shining stars leaning against the Milky Way are more like an eagle spreading its wings and flying; It seems that there is "Cygnus" again. From a distance, it looks like a big scorpion with a double tail. I think it's Scorpio! How the "Altair Star" shines seems to be calling for the "Vega" on the other side. Look at the stars on the left, like Dada's exquisite and beautiful piano; The star over there is like a swan about to take off; Look at the middle, the stars seem to be surrounded by red flags, and there is a star like a five-pointed star in the middle! The starry sky at night is really a beautiful world!

On summer nights, my brother took me for a walk in Mochou Lake Park. We talked and laughed as we walked. The evening breeze blows gently, and the calm lake is like a big mirror, reflecting the pavilions and weeping willows on the shore. A national moon, lying quietly on the lake. The little animals here are holding a concert: frogs beat drums and croak; Marriage is playing the piano in a low voice; Singing came from time to time in the grass by the roadside. It was "Summer Nocturne" played by Weaver Girl.

Looking up at the starry sky, the stars blinked their mysterious eyes and assumed various shapes. You see, the lyre constellation is like the ancient musical instrument harp. Seeing it is like hearing simple and elegant music; Skyhawk looks like an eagle sideways, flapping its wide wings as if it were soaring; Flying horses are like running horses; And Mu Fu, the female constellation in Cygnus? Ah, I can't count it!

Walking, I was fascinated by a pool of lotus flowers. I saw a lotus in the lake looking up at the stars in the night sky. "ah! What a beautiful lotus. " A cool breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is fragrant. In the moonlight, the lotus is white, each petal is as big as a small palm, and five or six petals make up a big lotus. Lotus flowers look all kinds, some like shy little sisters-in-law, hiding under green lotus leaves with red faces; Some lotus flowers poked their heads out curiously and looked at this beautiful and lovely world; Some lotus flowers, like beautiful fairies, are dressed up in front of the calm lake. Lotus has blossomed a lot, some have spread two or three petals, and some petals have almost all spread out, revealing the delicate lotus summer garden scenery. Lotus is like a graceful girl standing on the lotus leaf, misty, and like a fairy who just came down from the sky. I don't like to show off my lotus leaf, like a big green disc. Suddenly a frog jumped on the lotus leaf and scared me. Splash water dripped on the lotus leaf and flew around the lake.

Looking up, the beautiful moon hangs in the sky, like a white jade plate, dotted around. If the sky is compared to a black plate, the moon is a piece of white jade in the plate. The stars are dotted among them, forming an unparalleled "star-moon map". Looking at the picture of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" in my mind, I don't know where she is now ... A cool breeze blows into my heart, and my body and mind are cool.

The sound is like the ups and downs of waves for a while; Like a calm lake for a while; For a while, it is like a clear sound made by water drops dripping in the endless sea; Then, like the music played by a flute ... music is unpredictable and unexpected. At this time, I seem to be in a world of music and have seen almost everything around me. On summer nights, the breeze blows gently, plants perform and Xia Chan plays. I see with my eyes and feel with my heart. What a wonderful thing it is!

The sky is so clear and transparent and the moon in the sky is so white. Moonlight shines on trees, like silver plating on leaves; Shining on the earth, the earth was coated with a layer of Yin Hui. The stars in the sky are like children, carrying their mothers out to play. Blinking, licking his mouth, as if smiling at us.

Looking up, the sky is boundless. The stars are shining brilliantly. The stars seem to blink. They dance like fairies. Some of them are around the moon and their sisters don't want to leave the side of the moon. Some are dreaming, others want to see the future world and pedestrians.

Extended reading: aesthetic sentences describing summer

The weather is unbearable. It's Fahrenheit in the shadow of cactus.

The sun is really hot, like a red-hot iron.

When summer comes, at first glance, the green trees will lose their paint.

At noon, there is not a cloud, the sun overhead, and there is not a wind. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

Xia Yu is a small hand, bang, bang! Knocking on the earth, how loud the sound is.

Summer is coming. At that time, with the publicity of youth, I put on a shirt with gardenia flowers, and the corners of my clothes swayed gently in the warm sunshine.

In hot summer, the sun tests the earth like a stove, and cicadas are screaming in the trees.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like leaves of grass, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and reeds on the shore.

Summer, in my impression, is the bright dew in the morning and the stars at night. The glory of the setting sun hangs over the spun yarn, and a gust of wind comes at you with flowers, giving you a pleasant feeling.

Summer is like an electric heater, but the temperature is too high!

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

The hot summer is like the Monkey King in the blast furnace of Taishang Laojun. She cries "Hot, hot, my eyes" like a cicada.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

Summer rain is gunpowder, boom, boom! How powerful the sound is when you hit a tree.

The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

The fragrance of these flowers is like the smell of onions and garlic, which is vegetal and fleshy, just like venting it from the hair at a summer dance.

It's a summer afternoon. The clear blue sky is dotted with flying larks.

The color of summer is green like fire, green like fields, and green like mountains and rivers, indicating that life is supreme. The color of summer is fiery red, such as the sun and flowers, which indicates the prosperity of all things.

Summer is coming, the little fish in the pond are playing happily, and the little frog is sitting on the lotus leaf and singing loudly.

The summer wind blows gently, through the hair and cheeks, as if dancing warmly against the sun.

Ah! I see! Summer is colorful, just like a rainbow after a small rain!

Summer is innocent and beautiful. "Quack, quack, quack!" Who's shouting again? Oh, it turned out to be a little frog jumping and jumping, as if enjoying this wonderful time. It rained heavily, and precious silk floss was woven into summer.

The breeze blew, and a shower of flowers fell, just like Shan Ye covered with a colorful brocade quilt.

The summer rain is very cool and warm, and there is a hearty pleasure. It is fierce, dry and crisp, and never brings muddy water. Every rain brings coolness to many people.

If there is no sun occasionally in summer, people will be as happy as a holiday.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings. There was not a cloud or wind in the air, and all the trees stood there listlessly in the hot sun overhead.

In summer, the clear sky is bright, the sky is far away, and the sun bakes the earth like a fireball.

In the blue sky in July, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Buffalo has already hid in the pond, and its whole body is buried in the water, with only one head exposed to the water to breathe.

Summer, symbolizing a hundred flowers blooming, means hot weather. Summer is beautiful, but one can love one. I like beautiful summer.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, making people feel that the world melted like cream.

The sun shines very hot, as hot as fire.

The lake is quiet, as quiet as satin silk. A ray of sunshine caressed the water, making people feel extremely warm. Occasionally, a breeze blows over the water, causing ripples.

In summer, the clear river has become a good place for children to escape the heat. You see, they are frolicking in the water, having a water fight for a while, fishing for a while, and having a good time.

Summer has come, and the flowers all over the mountains are in full bloom, big and big, bright and lush. The grass has sprouted, green, as if painted with a layer of green paint, shining in the sun.

Summer is a season of enthusiasm, with a vast sky, strong sunshine and lush vegetation. The clear spring flowing through the valley is cool and sweet, birds are happily shuttling through the Woods, and cicadas are beating the summer March on the trees.

The sun is burning, it's too hot!

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

The sun is like a super big stove. It's really hot.

The original sky lost its blue color, like a fire, and the glass curtain wall on the high building reflected dazzling light. Come and go in a hurry, no one wants to stay in the street for another minute.

Rain falls on the tree. The tree held its head high, ready to be baptized by the storm. It seems to say, "let the storm come faster!" " "Look at those leaves, they are scrambling to suck the summer dew.

The red flowers of Chinese rose are in full bloom on the branches, and the color is so thick and pure, without any noise, just like a burning flame.

Summer rain is jingle bells, jingle bells! The children just fell asleep and were woken up again.

The sun in summer is like a big stove, roasting the earth, even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire.

Summer dusk is yellow and beautiful gold. The sun shines obliquely on the river, and the river seems to be sprinkled with a layer of broken gold, shining with beautiful light.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.

In the beautiful summer of the four seasons, some people like warm spring; Some people like cool autumn; Some people like cold winter. I like beautiful summer.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless.

This summer, the heat makes people walk in the street, just like entering a steam room.

The summer wind is blowing from the balcony, which is cool. It is warm, just like a mother's warm palm, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Like a winding river with ribbons. Listen to the sound of "Hua, Hua" From time to time, it makes the jumping sound of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", as if to accompany a river band and play a hymn that summer.

The flowers of Chinese rose are one by one, and each flower is oval. Petals are yellow stamens, revealing intoxicating fragrance.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.

The summer sun shines on the rippling river, and thousands of golden lights, like glittering and translucent little stars, wink mischievously at people.

Summer wind is a colorist. As soon as it is blown, lotus powder turns purple, grapes turn purple and watermelons turn green.

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.

A cool breeze blows with the smell of earth. Looking from a distance, like the surging waves in the green sea, the wheat seedlings are as green as a huge emerald in the field.

The green of summer, splashing ink between heaven and earth, paints a colorful picture under the blue sky and white clouds.

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

The summer sun is like a big stove, scorching the earth. Even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.

And the forests above the mountains, towering mountains. Form a barrier and surround the independent houses. Air burns with the sun.

There was not a cloud or wind in the air, and all the trees stood there listlessly in the hot sun overhead.

In hot summer, heat-absorbing glass can block the strong sunlight, like air conditioning, making indoor cooler than outdoor.

The summer sun is like a big fireball, so hot that people have nowhere to hide.

When I open the window in the morning, a fresh and cool wind blows head on, which makes me feel refreshed. The wind makes the carambola trees in my backyard sway gently, the leaves are particularly green and the sky is particularly blue.

Summer is coming, just like a lively and beautiful girl wearing green clothes.

It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Summer is like a steamer, steaming the world restless.

Early in the morning, cicadas cried loudly to tell people that another hot day had begun.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Summer is an unpredictable season, with clear skies and dark clouds in Wan Li. Whenever it thunders, it will rain cats and dogs. Sometimes a beautiful rainbow hangs in the sky after the rain clears, just like a seven-color bridge.

The sun shines on the earth, which is as hot as fire.

Summer is like an endless prison, and everyone can't escape.

Summer is like a burning fire, releasing enthusiasm and vitality all the time.

Xia Yu is a bullet, da, da, da! Knocking on the roof of every house without a lake, the sound is so clear.

Summer is like a big stove, which makes people sweat like rain.

Summer is a happy season, and we are full of happiness. Let's enjoy some beautiful paragraphs describing summer and enjoy the freshness of summer.

After a storm comes a calm, a rainbow appears in the blue sky. Seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, overlap each other and set each other off. It is like a golden bridge, lying across the sky, magnificent and dazzling.

It's very hot in summer, and the birds don't know where to hide; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting.

The sky in summer is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy and sometimes low, as if it were an order to urge people to act; Sometimes the sun shines directly.

Those ironware are like baked sweet potatoes in the summer sun, which makes people afraid to touch them.