Sentences describing the beauty of neon lights at night

1, I am in the city at night, standing at the other end of the noise and traffic. The blooming neon lights weave the beauty of the night, but they can't erase the dim colors in my heart. The city is listening to people's deepest voices in the glasses that men and women shake gently. I am also used to looking at the vague colors in front of me and flowing slowly in my memory.

2. The sunshine turns white, the loneliness and embarrassment of the city are exposed to the raw air, and the lights are dim and shallow, hidden in the city in the twilight. If there is no light, it is easy to get lost in the dark. Lighting, smiling at dusk, is the city's reliance in the dark. The city on this day is full of sobriety and helplessness.

The fragile moonlight sprinkled on the grass covered with fallen leaves, and all the memories of childhood came to mind. The smell of fallen leaves, soil, branches and leaves is floating in the air, giving my hometown a sense of familiarity.

There are all kinds of small green lights hanging on the trees on both sides of the Pearl River, and the street lamps are shining softly. The road is illuminated like day, and the leaves cover the treetops like green jade. All kinds of cars are flowing on the road.

The colorful lights on the other side of the lake are reflected. Driven by the wind, there are fish-scale ripples, one after another, flashing mischievously. But because it is full of extravagance and waste, it is inevitable that people will not feel tired of this kind of scenery.