What mood phrases are there under the street lamp at night?

1. On such a cold night with light rain, the street lamp gives off a dim light. The room is not warm either, so we have to turn on the air conditioner to heat up the temperature. There is a notice about finding a cat in the elevator. Cat number seven is lost. They are willing to pay a reward of 5000 yuan to thank the person who found the cat. However, a week passed without any news. Maybe the cat was raised by a family, or maybe it was on this cold rainy night that she shrank into a stray cat.

Second, the western hills at night are colorful, quiet and serene. Looking down from the mountain, the lights in the distance are dim, and the Panshan Highway dotted with street lamps looks like a fuzzy Youlong.

Thirdly, I especially like the scene that it is about to enter the night at six o'clock in early autumn. The world is purple-blue, with a hint of fog. Riding a street lamp and seeing the projection of the wind blowing your hair, the night becomes a little more vivid. There are cicadas singing in the Woods in summer, one after another, probably saying goodbye to friends. I think I wish I could watch the moon with you at this moment.

It's very cold in Beijing today, and it rained lightly. Traffic on the expressway, street lights flashing, people coming and going in the street, in pairs. At night in this city, I lay in bed wrapped in thick clothes after taking a shower and didn't want to listen to too many songs.

In autumn night, there was a cold wind blowing. I walked alone under the street lamp. No one knows me from the cars coming and going. I don't know where to go. I walked quietly through one street lamp after another, walking alone, crying alone, walking alone, that's all … I really want to have a bosom friend, so I can speak my mind.

As night falls, I feel that everything is calm again. Under the streetlight, I can see people who love each other shoulder to shoulder or holding hands, as if telling each other that they are willing to stay with me all the time. No matter how difficult it is, there is dynamic music in the square, some people are dancing, some are skateboarding, some are skating, some are playing badminton ... doing what they like, the corners of their mouths are gently raised, dimples appear, and some people are running on the playground.

Some people are having a heart-to-heart conversation and telling everything they think. Someone is sitting on the lawn, lying comfortably, and everything is calm. There are people wearing uniforms on the court, running on the court, sweating like rain, and sweat dripping down their cheeks. Everything is calm, but occasionally more sad.

Seven, sitting on a bus that is no longer crowded, there are only a few people, without the hustle and bustle and indifference of that day. The lights in the car went out quietly, and the car was driving under the flickering street lights. The mottled lights in the car poured down, and the lights outside the window flashed and dotted the night. The night in the city is beautiful, and the lights, big and small, bloom in the night, high or low, bright or dark, big or small, and the distance is no longer.

The neon lights flashed outside the window, and someone got off the bus, knowing nothing about it. They sat on the last bus in the night, watching different scenery, silently listening to the growth of the night and smelling the coolness of the night like water.