Good words and sentences to describe summer nights.

The summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.

The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, 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 scattered into the sky. ...

The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.

I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, with a faint orange red color; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.

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 walked into my "shutter" ...

The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!

As the night deepened, the sunset finally failed to withstand the tempering of time and fell into 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. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again!

The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky. When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home.

At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path. There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a strong scent of cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze ... Thank you, I hope it will be adopted.