Talk about the night, talk about the mood, talk about the sadness of the night, talk about sentences.

First, the dead of night, the night is like a sleeping baby, and it is like an unpolluted forest. The sky is the blue that Picasso just painted, and it still keeps moisture, evaporating in a pure land, carefully nourishing every sleeping creature on the still soil, including our hearts and our thoughts. I like the night, when the fresh wind dances. I love the night, it has a unique peace. I love the night, it is my own world.

There is no sun in my sky. It is always night, but it is not dark, because something has replaced the sun. Although it is not as bright as the sun, it is enough for me. With this lamp, I can treat night as day. I never have the sun, so I'm not afraid to lose it.

Third, the sky is like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seem to be shining with broken gold scattered on this coarse cloth.

4. Sparkling little stars, like diamonds, the shape of each star is so unique and beautiful. I really want to fly into the sky, into the world of stars, and see how nature makes them so beautiful.

Five, the red fine print, can't tell a sad place, the silent midnight, full of heartbreaking sounds, a little light in the humble room, flickering, and even the longer night is deep and empty.

6. Look around, the lights are dim. Look up at the sky, bit by bit. I smiled bitterly. How could such a weak light be worth the annihilation of the night?

Seven, vowed to completely erase again and again, but appeared again and again.

You see, on a clear night, the crescent moon is like a small banana with a comb hanging in the air. The little star appeared with a naughty wink, and only a cloud was moving slowly in the sky. It covers the little star like a white ribbon, as if playing hide-and-seek with people.

Nine, it has been said that people who listen to the rain are very entangled and easy to be sentimental. Lonely rainy night, a person tastes loneliness, gets used to loneliness, learns to hide sadness in peace and pretend to be happy.

Ten, once in a while diving, break the silence of the river night, and then fall into endless silence.

Eleven, boundless night, monolithic night, because of the bird's light cry, began to break. All kinds of sounds belonging to the daytime come out of the cracks in the broken night in generate.

Twelve, the night makes loneliness become deep, and loneliness sublimates and blooms in the dark, and deduces the beauty of black. On a starry night, I didn't expect to see a glimmer of light, so I chose to close my eyes!

Thirteen, it was dark all around, and it was hopelessly quiet. A piercing howl tore the silence at the moment, and an inexplicable fear swept through my whole body. At this moment, I don't even have the strength to escape.

Fourteen, in the lonely night, in the boundless world, there will always be a ray of light for you to refract and slowly forget the past.

15. Looking around, the lights are dim. Look up at the sky, bit by bit. I smiled bitterly. How could such a weak light be worth the annihilation of the night?

Sixteen, gradually, the residual star closed his sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.

17. Whenever night falls, the dark blue curtain is covered with sparkling gems, like a pair of wise eyes, which keep flashing, that is, the stars of countless children of Mother Moon.

Eighteen, the earliest morning star, twinkles in this dark blue sky. It is so big and bright that it is unique in the whole vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance and hangs in the sky like a bright lamp.

Nineteen, the night gave me the right to think. Reading some essays can calm me down, smile at the night, and everything will calm down again.

Twenty, autumn night is a good day for flowers. Flowers are swaying, so that the wind can bring the fragrance to the children's homes, so that everyone can smell their own fragrance.

Twenty-one, the night makes loneliness become deep, loneliness sublimates in the night, and blooms and deduces the beauty of black. On a starry night, I am still myself.

Twenty-two, I like the night best, because I am the most real in the night! Without any constraints, take off the disguise that sometimes even you hate, and listen to your inner voice.

Twenty-three, the stars in the sky are like children's eyes, blinking; The stars in the sky are flawless diamonds, flashing; The stars in the sky are bright and brilliant like dew on the lotus leaf; The stars in the sky are like lighthouses on the sea, shining.

Twenty-four, the starry night makes me no longer lonely, and it is my pleasure to have the company of stars. They made me forget the darkness of the world, the fear of walking in the darkness, and the helplessness. This also reminds me that besides the bright sunshine, the light of the stars is also brilliant. I expect the starry sky to be bright every night!

Twenty-five, the seaside at night is very quiet, there is no noisy sound, no noisy car sound, only gentle wind and wonderful waves.

I always like to look back on the past in such a lonely night. Those memories buried deep in my heart, what I got, owned and lost, all felt like a dream.

27. At night, a cool breeze blows gently, blowing leaves of sorghum dripping with dew, roaring poplars, shining river water, and handsome cheeks of Lin Daojing who is full of fever. What a beautiful summer night! The glittering and translucent stars are shining with touching light in the boundless gray sky. Crickets and frogs that haven't slept yet are cicadas, singing lyrical songs gently in the gap between trees by the pond in the grass. When the vast fields are sleeping in silence, green crops, gurgling rivers, winding dirt roads in the dark, fragrant wild flowers and leaves, rich and fresh intoxicating air, and legendary revolutionary struggle life are all particularly charming, giving people a good feeling on this unusual night.

Twenty-eight, the moonlit night by the sea is beautiful and quiet, and only the rushing waves can be heard in the ear; The breeze caresses the face, making people feel simple and happy.

I love you not to go home with you, but to dress you in a white wedding dress.

Thirty, one star after another, I don't know where to jump out, and soon I can't count it. So many, so beautiful, just like a magician's gem, people unconsciously entered the fairy tale world.

Thirty-one, the early summer night, like the cool breeze of water, gently washed away the hustle and bustle of the day, and the flowers in the air were so refreshing. The stars in the reflection fall on the sparkling Pipa Bay like countless pearls, and the night in the city is so romantic. Standing in front of the art center building on the shore, looking at the drifting crowd, I silently stretched my numb limbs and my excited heart slowly calmed down.

Thirty-two, people have two kinds of life: the human soul is like the rotating earth, half in the day and half in the night; At noon, the music is on the road, and the colorful clouds are floating empty; At midnight, all is silent and the stars shine.

I met you by chance. Another night. I am sitting alone in front of the windowsill, thinking of you quietly and wondering what you are doing. I want to know whether you miss me, whether you stare into the distance, whether your eyes pass my shadow, and whether you know that I am waiting for you in my dream when you are near my sweet dream every night.

Thirty-four, you can sit alone on the playground, listen to the sound of basketball touching the ground, look at the starry night sky, quietly in a daze, and imagine that the stars in the sky have become the constellation of self; Leaning against the lemon tree, I smelled the fragrance of the blue flowers quietly blooming beside me; Facing the wind, breathing fresh air that has never been seen before; Look at the kitten playing among the flowers. To dream, to discover those little-known secrets.

I love you, Star. You have charming charm, naughty personality and colorful clothes.

Thirty-six, the loneliness in my heart arbitrarily expelled my yearning for all the colorful life outside.

37. The night is getting deeper and deeper. When people come out of the lively TV series and lie in thick bedding with sweet dreams, I will go to the windowsill and reach out to feel the temperature of snowflakes. Sometimes, I will go out of my house in the silent night, stand in those empty places and have a zero-distance conversation with the fluttering snowflakes.

38. As night falls, the night casts a black veil over Mother Earth. What about the twinkling stars in the night sky? Where are they? I looked for it with my eyes and watched it again and again. There it is! They're out! One,Two,Three

The accident happened on a dark night without moon or stars.

40. Worry is a stepping stone to life, which helps you move forward step by step. But troubles can also become a stumbling block in life, making you fall black and blue.

Forty-one, climb the stairs, the vines in the corridor, reflecting the bright moonlight, appear more green. The breeze blew, shining like silver. The wind is blowing, the trees are rustling, and the trees in the distance are twisting Arnold's body, as if dancing beautifully for the moonlit night. Layers of fragrant rice come with the wind, flow into the bottom of my heart, and blend into the silence of the night. I smell the summer night, how sweet it is.

Forty-two, the dark blue sky is so charming, the sky is shining with stars, and they are more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me.

43. Don't say that you no longer believe in love just because you have loved one or two scum. Someone will always give you a place to live.

Forty-four, the night is deep, the moon is in the sky, and there are stars. The evening breeze blows people's cheeks and feels cool.

Forty-five, playing the flute, weeping like a cry, accompanied by sour tears, only I know that all the notes are irregular, following memories and inner trembling.

46. The night view of this town is beautiful. Light is the protagonist of this long night. On the street, the street lamps are shining brightly, covering the stage of this town with a layer of golden clothes. The neon lights on the roadside are like seven-color ribbons, adding elegance to the already golden stage. The lights on the high building are not far away, and the stage is wrapped up and brightly lit, just like a bright pearl.

Forty-seven, 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; There is also the female constellation Mu Fu in the Swan constellation room. I counted all the numbers, but here I am!

Forty-eight, a sparkling meteor, like a drop of water splashed from the river, flew out of the center of the Milky Way, slipped through the dark blue night sky and fell silently to the north.

Forty-nine, never dare to expect eternity, just ask for a heart-to-heart. Never dare to think that love will last forever, just for a glimpse in the world of mortals.

Fifty, autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu is very thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song rang with the chirping of autumn insects, and occasionally accompanied by several accompaniment, it blew the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

Fifty-one, sideburns are like ice and snow. Walk slowly, walk feebly and timidly. He is weak and thin, and his face is like a dead leaf. Look up at your cheekbones, not your lips. Old age is no better than a teenager, with a folded face.

52. It was a beautiful night. The flowers gathered their petals under the breeze and fell asleep in a daze, but they exuded a faint fragrance. The moths under the flowers are having a concert, and the songs are one after another, which is very touching. Ah! I seem to be intoxicated in the fairy tale kingdom.

Fifty-three, the stars are like diamonds, shining; Stars are like eyes, shining; Stars are like gems, shining; Stars are like water drops, shining; Stars are like light bulbs, shining; The stars sparkle like sparks.

54. On the beach, some people lie on the soft beach and fall asleep, while others are still laughing. A cool breeze blows gently and the moonlight is bright. Let these heroes laugh heartily in this free sky and clean beach and forget it heartily.