Beautiful sentences depicting the night (102)

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First, the autumn night is quiet and continuous. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the autumn leaves, jumping mottled. Ah! It turns out that every autumn leaf has its own light, and autumn also has its own bright spot. On the hillside, watch the bright red sunset fall slowly and let the cool autumn wind gently touch it. At this time, you think nothing and do nothing, and quietly enjoy the lingering autumn. Sunset, autumn leaves and light. This is the sincere and simple beauty of autumn.

Secondly, if you go out for a walk in the summer evening, you will often see people in the countryside eating dinner. They moved tables, chairs and meals to the door and ate widely. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the birds flying home overhead are all their good friends. Together with the country people, they merged into a natural and harmonious natural landscape.

Third, in autumn, green onions are full of vitality and dance with the wind. Every evening, grandma will bring back a laundry list of onions, clean them at home and sell them in the market the next morning. Grandma's onions are very fragrant. They never use pesticides and are sold out in a few minutes.

Fourth, at dusk, a crescent moon rises quietly, and around it, there are still a few stars that emit faint light.

I came to the pond under the slope and watched the beautiful scenery in summer evening. I saw the sunset glow burning half the sky, reflecting a pool of water and dyeing the whole mountain red. The range of Xia Guang is gradually narrowing, and the color is gradually becoming lighter. Purple becomes crimson, crimson becomes pink, pink becomes pink, and finally disappears.

6. The sunset changed to Xiao Yue, and the dusk disappeared in silence. Many people think that night and dusk have the same effect, and night is the continuation of dusk. But the moon is high, the night covers the ground, and it is desolate, which is not as beautiful as dusk. So at night, there are only sadness and mixed feelings, and there is no place to enjoy and live. Perhaps because of this, people choose to get rid of their troubles at dusk rather than at night.

At night, the lights are on, and a little dim light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

8. Dusk is like the code word of our life, which guides people to understand the calmness and indifference of life. The tranquility of the sunset is like a bunch of starlight, which makes people feel lonely and quiet. Dusk doesn't mean sadness. I love dusk, its light, its soft and hopeful light, and it ends the day with the most beautiful scenery.

9. Where is the autumn dusk? It is in the sky. The sun in the west pours out a fiery afterglow, which makes the leisurely clouds set with a golden edge, like colored silk and brocade. Sunset clouds gather and disperse leisurely in the embrace of the blue sky, as if it were an oil painting hanging in the sky.

Ten, clean roads after the rain, dark days, yellow colors, looking for the smell of earth, smelling the flowers, looking at the green fields, really happy. At this moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, knocking off the dust still sinking on it, and I suddenly felt very light.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people buy all kinds of things, except moon cakes, most of which are eaten. In the evening, the family had a reunion dinner and looked at the dark sky, hoping that the moon would come out early.

Twelve, the shape of the cloud is also unchanged for a while. Sometimes like a cotton cloud, sometimes like a wave on the river. They change so naturally, so quickly, so strangely.

Thirteen, I believe this is not my own experience: in the evening, you sit under the eaves and watch the sky slowly darken, feeling lonely and desolate and deprived of your life. I was a young man at that time, but I was afraid to live like this and get old. In my opinion, this is more terrible than death.

Fourteen, because of your departure, in the evening when the sunset is bloody, I feel lost and wander around the campus path in boredom, only to find a faint bouquet of autumn chrysanthemums quietly hiding my face in a small flower bed beside me. Oh! Autumn, it is really autumn!

15. Every time the sun puts away its dazzling light in the evening, it becomes a golden CD. Many birds will fly back to the bamboo forest downstairs. There are not many green bamboos. Those birds are called bamboo birds. Petite and exquisite body, crisp voice, they chirp together in droves, as if chatting together, and as if singing together.

Sixteen, put away the long string of sad lines at dusk and stare at the earth with black pupils. There are still people singing and dancing, but there are still a group of people looking at the direction of another group of people in the dim light. Flute and erhu sound faintly floated in the air, hoarse and melodious.

Seventeen, the arrival of dusk is always gloomy, scattered fog pervades the earth, and dim sunshine is giving way to darkness.

18. At dusk, the sun is still ruthless, setting late and getting up early, occupying most of the night. Night is like paper soaked in oil, becoming a translucent body; It is embraced by the sun and cannot be separated. Perhaps it was intoxicated by the sunshine, so the sunset glow of the night after faded camel red.

Nineteen, at dusk, a pair of figures caught my eye. The figure walked slowly hand in hand, step by step, harmonious but tireless. I looked up and saw a flash of silver. It's an old couple like their first love. The old man and the old lady are holding hands, but the wrinkles on their faces are shaking in the wind, and the silver hair on their heads echoes in the wind. They hobbled along, not as fast as before, but they still had a smile on their faces. Sweet, serene smile, laugh at all kinds of hardships of life, laugh at all kinds of hardships of life, and finally laugh at the beautiful dusk reflected by the sunset.

Twenty, the sky is pale blue, and sometimes there are clouds, which are like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and dispersed into the sky.

The beauty of autumn clouds lies in their colors. In the evening, the clouds are colorful, and the afterglow of the sun shines on the clouds, first red, then orange, orange and finally purple.

I love autumn, which is an innate love. In the evening when the autumn water is getting colder, it is still a burst of osmanthus fragrance. In autumn, only by embracing deeply can we see through its unique charm; Only by savoring with your heart can you enjoy its fruitful joy, and only by stopping to bargain can you describe its lofty and pure posture. Feel autumn, feel life.

Twenty-three, the evening scenery is quiet and beautiful, and the unspeakable harmony makes the photos of the evening scene in June particularly lasting.

In autumn, I like to go to the mountains to see the beautiful maple forest best. One evening, after dinner, I met the sunset glow and came to the long-lost maple forest. At this time, the leaves of the maple tree appear redder. It seems that we are competing with the sunset glow, who is more prosperous and who is more eye-catching. Autumn is the period when maple trees thrive. It will show us all its vitality. Welcome friends to my hometown, look at this red maple forest and share it with me.

At dusk, a pair of figures caught my eye. The figure walked slowly hand in hand, step by step, harmonious but tireless. I looked up and saw a flash of silver. It's an old couple like their first love. The old man and the old lady are holding hands, but the wrinkles on their faces are shaking in the wind, and the silver hair on their heads echoes in the wind. They hobbled along, not as fast as before, but they still had a smile on their faces. Sweet, serene smile, laugh at all kinds of hardships of life, laugh at all kinds of hardships of life, and finally laugh at the beautiful dusk reflected by the sunset.

Twenty-six, near dusk, in the old yard, groups of old crows circled back and forth on the top of the old elm tree like pieces of ink ideas, calling each other and quarreling.

I like autumn, because autumn is a bright season and a beautiful season. After several autumn rains, the autumn sky is exceptionally clear and blue. During the day, white clouds are shining brightly in the sun. In the evening, the whole sky is dyed with gorgeous colors by the sunset, and occasionally a few birds fly around, like master's oil paintings, which makes people have endless reverie. At night, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight makes people feel refreshed.

Twenty-eight, spring night, the lake is like a galaxy, the breeze is blowing, a little bit of light, with a little moonlight, and intertwined with starlight, as if writing a song on the lake.

Twenty-nine, the sun at night, through the peak, reflected in the water, as if the water had a layer of rust!

Looking at the dusk, feeling the dusk, let my melancholy heart fly again and again in the sunset, and the sky gradually darkened. However, I found that the sunset was redder at this time, like a fire, ah! At dusk, do you not give up? Even though you have lost your original glory, you are still looking forward to trying to fade your dreams.

Thirty-one, the winter dusk reflects the bare branches on the ground, like a rough sketch, leaving only a trace of less serious brushwork. The spring dusk is accompanied by newly sprouted buds and a cruise ship with blue waves on the lake. Summer dusk will quietly close the pool full of lotus flowers, and the hairy head will sway in the evening breeze, attracting fireflies that arrived that night. Autumn dusk projected maple leaves on the red brick wall, and several ants climbed up the wall, stopped and dispersed.

Thirty-two, the sunset slowly sets, and the sky is full of red clouds, like a goddess throwing a red skirt.

Thirty-three, it's late at night, and the lights in the small town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream. Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.

34. In the evening, several egrets flew in the sky. Their white feathers are really like a small snowflake. Grandma and I rode bicycles to buy food in the fields. We rode on the path in the field. The scenery in the distance is really beautiful! In the sunset, rows of willows stand neatly by the pond, and long, soft willows dance with the wind. The orchard is full of bananas, litchi and other fruits, which are fruitful and make people drool. After grandma bought vegetables, we went home. I ate the vegetables I just picked from the ground for dinner, and my heart was sweet.

Thirty-five, the south wind often comes to dusk, and it also brings its ritual rain; The softness of silk rain; The clothes are wet, Siyu is sad, silent and speechless, and the beauty of Siyu is heartless and affectionate. Suddenly, the beautiful picture was wet by the rain. Make the night more sad and beautiful. All this is self-evident.

36. The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-Tree: Like a man with indomitable spirit, he entered my "shutter".

37. At dusk, the whole colorful grassland is shrouded in the bright sunset and slowly sinks.

38. Overlooking the dusk of the town, it is like a golden moon falling in the Tianhe River, kissing the hometown village. From time to time, there are several dogs barking and chickens crowing from the village where the smoke is curling, as if it were a distant and hazy dream.

Thirty-nine, the scene in front of us is quite like a Chinese painting: the dissolved moonlight, the long river, the boat selling porridge, the ancient banyan tree with a long beard, the ancient gun shining with cold light, the people playing with fists and sticks ... Ah, the night in the Goose Pond is really beautiful, rich in the traditional beauty of China.

40. Clouds in the evening, just like grandma Bing Xin said, are the most useless things in the world, and you can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene. No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. In short, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into vivid pictures, so that people can enjoy this beautiful scenery in their spare time and guess the stories it has changed.

Forty-one, dusk has passed, and the night has already dispersed. The tall French phoenix tree is illuminated by dazzling white street lamps. In the dark night sky, it circles around to seize the green, and sometimes the night wind blows, making a gentle rustling sound, and only for an instant, it disappears into infinite silence.

At sunset, the school was bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and the students strolled around the campus in twos and threes. The evening breeze slowly brings the fragrance of flowers and plants, which makes people relaxed and makes them feel more radiant when they see the sun.

43. Clouds in the evening As Grandma Bing Xin said, "Words are the most useless things in the world. You can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene." No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. In short, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into vivid pictures, so that people can enjoy this beautiful scenery in their spare time and guess the stories it has changed.

44. Clouds in the evening are colorful. Clouds turn red for a while, like delicate flowers; Blue for a while, like an endless sea; It is golden for a while, like a golden wheat field.

Forty-five, the arrival of dusk is always gloomy, scattered fog permeates the earth, and dim sunshine is giving way to darkness.

Forty-six, the night is thick, and the sunset finally can't stand the tempering of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon.

47. The scene in front of us is quite like a Chinese painting: dissolved moonlight, a long river, a boat selling porridge, an ancient banyan tree with a "long beard", an ancient gun shining with cold light, people playing with fists and sticks ... Ah, the night in the Goose Pond is really beautiful, rich in the traditional beauty of China.

48. Twilight is like sediment suspended in a turbid stream, which gradually settles down when it is still.

49. Where is the autumn dusk? It is in the sky. The sun in the west pours out a fiery afterglow, which makes the leisurely clouds set with a golden edge, like colored silk and brocade. Sunset clouds gather and disperse leisurely in the embrace of the blue sky, as if it were an oil painting hanging in the sky.

50. I looked up at the sunset. Sunlight pierced my eyes like a sword, and my tears flowed out.

I like autumn, because autumn is a bright season and a beautiful season. After several autumn rains, the autumn sky is exceptionally clear and blue. During the day, white clouds are shining brightly in the sun. In the evening, the whole sky is dyed with gorgeous colors by the sunset, and occasionally a few birds fly around, like master's oil paintings, which makes people have endless reverie. At night, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight makes people feel refreshed.

52. Every evening, thick clouds lurk in the sky. The sunset can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap, just like a fish in a rough sea, occasionally rolling golden scales.

53. Autumn clouds are naughty and beautiful. In the morning, it plays hide-and-seek for us; At noon, I like to hug Grandpa Sun. He struggled for a long time before he appeared. In the afternoon, it began to do magic. At night, it made up and became a painted face. In the evening, it invites Sister Moon to go to bed.

54. At dusk, the sun still sets late and gets up early relentlessly, occupying most of the night. Night is like paper soaked in oil, becoming a translucent body; It is embraced by the sun and cannot be separated. Perhaps it was intoxicated by the sunshine, so the sunset glow of the night after faded camel red.

55. After a while, the setting sun suddenly lost its dazzling light. It is red, as if a 1000-kilogram steel plate was pressed on it, and it gradually fell down. Suddenly, the lower part of the sun fell into the dark clouds on the horizon, and the dark clouds were dyed red sandalwood. I knew that the sun was going down soon, so I stared at it intently. In a blink of an eye, only half of the sun was left. It smiled and said to us, "See you tomorrow, children!" " Say that finish, then shook his head and suddenly got into the clouds. The sky suddenly turned red, as if it were on fire. At this time, not only the sky was red, but also myself was dyed red.

Fifty-six, autumn is coming to an end, just like this sunset, leaving a few rays of biting cold wind, unconsciously leaving you quietly, leaving no servants, thoughts and concerns. The cold wind blows, which is not only the departure of autumn, but also the beginning of winter. And this sunset, isn't it? These afterglow are not only the departure of the sunset, but also the beginning of the night.

57. Late autumn dusk always comes quickly. In the mountain river, the sun sets in the western hills before the water vapor evaporated from the sun dissipates. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain, while the shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village faster and the shadow became thicker and thicker; Gradually merged with the night, but soon, it was dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.

Fifty-eight, dusk, with nimble steps, quietly, from the other side of the mountain, from the end of the day.

Fifty-nine years old, the day of retirement is charming, sad, and bright with red light, like the blush on a beautiful woman's sick cheeks before she dies.

Sixty, some of these clouds are like a group of docile little sheep, grazing on the plains of Senecio; Some are like a mighty lion, dressed in golden armor in the afterglow of the sunset, as if meeting the challenge. Look at those clouds over there, just like dragons playing in the air. Among them, several small colorful clouds, such as golden pearls, interweave and rotate among the dragons, which are gorgeous and dazzling. What attracts me most is the fiery red clouds. It is covered with red clothes and looks like a red belt in the sky. Its fiery afterglow turned trees, flowers and small animals into fiery red, even myself into red.

Sixty-one, the autumn morning air is fresh, there is no publicity in summer, there is no cold in winter. In the autumn evening, Xia Zi is full of the sky, which is thought-provoking. The beautiful scenery in front of us turns into deep lingering, which makes people linger back and forth.

62. Twilight comes from a distant mountain. The mountain is deep for a while, and the color changes for a while.

Sixty-three, I climbed to the top of the fifth floor and looked at it with my eyes wide open. I saw the sunset hanging in mid-air, like a jade plate. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces are like a layer of gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if a magical little star is shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.

64. Summer evenings are warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.

Sixty-five, spring night meditation spring night, light moon cage yarn, graceful Tingting. The wind brushed my cheek and swept up my long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft. I dare not pursue anything deliberately. I just hope that all good beginnings have a happy ending, just like this spring night is long and far away.

Sixty-six, some of these clouds are like a group of meek little sheep, grazing on the grassland thousands of miles away; Some are like a mighty lion, dressed in golden armor in the afterglow of the sunset, as if meeting the challenge. Look at those clouds over there, just like dragons playing in the air. Among them, several small colorful clouds, such as golden pearls, interweave and rotate among the dragons, which are gorgeous and dazzling. What attracts me most is the fiery red clouds. It is covered with red clothes and looks like a red belt in the sky. Its fiery afterglow turned trees, flowers and small animals into fiery red, even myself into red.

Sixty-seven, the day of retirement with bright red light, charming and sad, like a beautiful woman's cheeks flushed when she was sick before she died.

Sixty-eight, the sunset left a long shadow, a blood red. The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.

Sixty-nine, the twilight has blurred, and the sky full of sunset clouds has gradually faded and lost its color.

70. Autumn evening is the best. Rose clouds slowly change shape in the sky-sometimes like giants, sometimes like lions, and sometimes like mountains stained with many colors. There is a corridor facing west in the upstairs where I lived the year before last. Every evening, I stand on the railing, watching the sunset flowing gold and the geese passing through the forest. When the dusk was magnificent, the dense cicadas called the general to retreat and return to camp, but the insects sang endlessly from the void on all sides.

Seventy-one, dusk is this shore, the most elegant foreshadowing before dawn; Dusk is the other shore, and it is the most pleasant ending before it is shattered. This shore, the other shore, is connected, which is a lifetime. Laugh and sigh at the world of mortals, East, who is singing for whom; It's still dusk in the west, and smoke clouds pass by.

Seventy-two, everything lost its shape and initially dissolved into a gray; Then it also melted into the darkness.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people buy all kinds of things, except moon cakes, most of which are eaten. In the evening, the family had a reunion dinner and looked at the dark sky, hoping that the moon would come out early.

Seventy-four, autumn has come with coolness. Although the sunshine is still bright, it no longer stings people's spine and becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it had finally faded. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field. Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley.

There are four lions at the four corners of the fountain, and their mouths are open. When spraying water, water will flow out of their mouths, like four small bridges made of water. There is a big disc in the center of the fountain, and there are several slender pipes in the middle for spraying water. Every morning or evening, the fountain will spray crystal clear water, splashing like many happy children jumping into the water and swimming happily.

Seventy-six, in the distant sky, there are a few faint clouds that change in the blink of an eye, revealing a golden sunset, like several dragons, playing, spinning, rising and jumping in the air. I can't help but see that small cloud, like a golden ball, intertwined and rotating among the dragons! Gorgeous and spectacular! Bright and brilliant!

Seventy-seven, I still remember you holding my hand and asking me what my dream was. I said I didn't know, but I haven't decided yet. But you told me with a sad face that you want to be a pigeon raised by grandpa, let it out of the cage every morning, go wherever you want, and be free if you want. In the evening, I will go back to the cage at dusk, eat a handful of millet and have a good sleep. Life is a happy cycle.

Seventy-eight, early in the morning, the genius is brilliant, and the sunshine is like yarn. If anything, it was quiet all around, as if it were still that silent night. At noon and afternoon, there is plenty of sunshine, and people seldom go out. When they go out, they wear umbrellas and sunglasses, and the sunshine is dazzling. At night, the sun suddenly weakened a lot, and the weather seemed to change at once. The air is very fresh, and there are many fiery sunsets on the western horizon. The sky is still blue, but the color is very light, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Seventy-nine, you look down at the roadside, green grass, flowers, and then look up, cotton-like white clouds have turned into "ponytails" and dissipated in the sky.

At night, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.

8 1. At night, several egrets fly in the sky. Their white feathers are really like a small snowflake. Grandma and I rode bicycles to buy food in the fields. We rode on the path in the field. The scenery in the distance is really beautiful! In the sunset, rows of willows stand neatly by the pond, and long, soft willows dance with the wind. The orchard is full of bananas, litchi and other fruits, which are fruitful and make people drool. After grandma bought vegetables, we went home. I ate the vegetables I just picked from the ground for dinner, and my heart was sweet.

82. Twilight comes from a distant mountain. The mountain is deep for a while, and the color changes for a while.

Eighty-three, the sun at night, through the peak, reflected in the water, as if the water had a layer of rust!

In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes are falling from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.

Eighty-five, the scene in front of us is quite like a Chinese painting: dissolved moonlight, a long river, a boat selling porridge, an ancient banyan tree with a beard, an ancient gun shining with cold light, and people punching and hitting sticks. The night in the goose pond is really beautiful, full of the beauty of Chinese tradition.

86. The sun sets slowly down the mountain, and the sky is covered with red clouds, like a red skirt thrown by a goddess.

The sunset at dusk is really necessary, but people who belong to dusk are not selfish. This beautiful sunset also gives the sunset its own unique time, which makes the sunset sad and shows its mood at dusk. Perhaps because of the persistence of the sunset, the sunset glow can reveal some sadness and give people infinite meditation under the cover of brilliant appearance. It also makes dusk have a different charm under sadness.

88. As dusk approaches, the sunset glow burns like a flame, covering half the sky. The air nearby seems to be particularly clear, like glass.

89. At sunset, a crimson cloud in the sky reflected on the water and dyed the river rose.

Ninety, a trace of melancholy, a trace of sadness, the sunset in Huang Hunxiao. Warm a pot of wine, put your heart into the lyre and sing a song at dusk in winter, which is inextricably linked and sad.

91. The afterglow of the sunset dyed the horizon red, and the colors of the sky and the sea blended together and shone brilliantly.

92. Because of your departure, I was extremely disappointed in the evening when the sunset was bloody. I wandered around the campus path in boredom and found a bunch of faint autumn chrysanthemums quietly hiding my face in a small flower bed beside me. Oh! Autumn, it is really autumn!

93. Whoever laughs last will be on the stage of success, and who will be surrounded by all kinds of stars holding the moon. Secular things are like chess. Perhaps only by relying on dusk alone can we decompress the mind and throw away all the troubles, all the helplessness and pursuit. Life is dusk after sunset, and tomorrow is the dawn.

94. The red sun hangs in the western sky and is surrounded by a large cloud. Clouds blocked the sun from setting, so their tired faces flushed. The sun can't set for this, only those who are ashamed can make the night longer and the weather cooler. The other clouds are very happy, stretch, put on the whitest clothes, in pairs, you push me around to the horizon, and then quietly look down at the blue sky.

Ninety-five, it is an empty land with surging wheat waves. Everything on the land, as if covered with a thin layer of gold, is dim and bright under the setting sun, and behind the setting sun, there is an elongated long shadow. These shadows gradually fall in the evening, over the mountains, leaving a deep dusk and silence; Overflow the stream and melt the dark gray twilight in the gurgling stream; Flying over the village, leaving a starlight and a moonlight, when all these shadows reach the boundless yellow, night comes.

96. Twilight comes with smoke, rain and fog, thick and unstoppable, as if to dominate the world.

97. There is always a smell of kitchen smoke in the evening air, which is mixed with all kinds of warm dishes to form a special taste. This smell is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

98. The evening is beautiful and touching. In the hurried footsteps, among the students, I seem to be alone in the dusk. I like the warmth left in the evening. I feel the breath of dusk and hear the gentle voice of dusk. I melt my body and mind into the dusk, as if I were the sunset in the dusk. I came in a hurry and left in a hurry. In my hurry, I shouldered my responsibilities and gave my glory with my dreams. But in the rush of this world, there is nothing to miss, only the dream in my heart that wants to reproduce the light and support myself. Even if the night comes, I have no regrets. Regardless of success or failure, life is in a hurry, and the scenery in the process moistens my dry heart like spring rain.

Ninety-nine, the evening clouds, just like grandma Bing Xin said, "Words are the most useless things in the world, and you can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene." No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. In short, the ever-changing clouds weave the sky into vivid pictures, so that people can enjoy this beautiful scenery in their spare time and guess the stories it has changed.

One hundred, spring night meditation spring night, light moon cage yarn, graceful Tingting. The wind brushed my cheek and swept up my long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft. I dare not pursue anything deliberately. I just hope that all good beginnings have a happy ending, just like this spring night is long and far away.

10 1. At dusk, the light sprinkled on the river by the setting sun, like many gold thread, swayed with the water waves.

102. It's dusk. The setting sun is on the mountain, and the lake mixed with fish scales and waves looks so soft and lingering. In this bleak background, the willow leaves have also become silent, and the fish in the water are more tactfully entangled. I like dusk, not only because it has beautiful pictures, but also because it cherishes sadness.