The night sky is pink.

At eight o'clock in the evening, walking on the campus path, I looked up and suddenly found that the sky was pink at night.

The pink night sky overhead, carrying a schoolbag, strolled on the way back and stopped. The sky is shining, illuminating the earth and my way home.

The night in the northland is a little cold, and the evening breeze rises slightly, stroking my face, holding a wisp of east wind, and feeling the trace that she crossed at her fingertips; Invasion of the hair, touching the scalp, the tired brain suddenly felt awake.

Dripping drizzle in the sky, looking up and dripping on my cheek, is a little cool and refreshing.

Apricot blossoms are full of branches. In the storm, petals are flying in the air, and rain falls on my palm. Looking at it, I smiled.

Under the street lamp, the light shone a thin layer of fog. Walking in, it projected my thin figure; The farther you go, the longer the shadow.

Starlight helps those who travel and time helps those who wait. In the end, all the efforts were worthwhile. May everyone who comes home late be accompanied by a pink sky.