Short sentences suitable for sad nights

1. The sunset is beautiful. 1. The balcony is soaked in wind and rain, and there is no mourning at dusk. Know far away, wait for the fragrance to come.

Mozi cleared the door last year. It rained tonight. The haggard that ruined my life, only a few dusk.

3. See dusk again, and hide your sadness in your sleeve. Pear flower falls came down when he entered, and there was a faint fragrance on his head.

4. It's dusk and lonely sunset. Where are you?

5. After the most beautiful dusk, it is the darkest night; Behind the happiest is the most hopeless emptiness.

6. Autumn, autumn. Evening, after dusk. The wind blows the lights red, and people walk.

7. I'm afraid that dusk will suddenly break and the twilight will be boundless. Why aren't you ecstatic? New tears overwhelm old ones, and heartbroken people remember heartbroken people.

8. The past gradually disappeared in the corner of my yellow eye. They are so close and familiar, but they leave you helplessly. At this time, only a little comfort, or pain, settled in this silent dusk.

9. However, the exuberance and joy of the past are out of sight. All she saw was the fading twilight before her eyes. This midnight snack is also full of bright lights, laughter and noise, but the protagonist is no longer himself.

10. We all walk in this world every afternoon and dusk, with different joys and sorrows.

1 1. Fingertips touching the cold years is an unspeakable feeling. The evening is still the same, the years are still the same, and only the unknown sadness is scattered around.

12. After dusk, Dongli wine is full of dark fragrance. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

13. In the courtyard at dusk, you are sad and argon. When you wake up, you will feel sad about the past. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? When the anvil is pounded, the sound of the egg is thin and long.

14. Chongyang courtyard, who still remembers the sadness of dusk; The bright moon is like frost, but only this heartbreak; Gold, English and green ants, the companions at night are still young.

15. Summer is finally coming. This light rain in late spring, with those scattered sheep, casts a clear shadow with a touch of melancholy and hope in the change of time.

16. Plum blossoms are scattered and tears are full of skirts. Through these petals dancing in the cold wind, she seemed to see her withered self. People are thinner than yellow flowers. It was an autumn of missing. Now, the wind is gone and everything is silent. In this small courtyard, only the sunset glow and the residual snow beside the temples accompanied her through this lonely winter evening.

17. See also the smoke rising from cooking stoves and the twilight covering the earth. I want to ask you where are you going? The sunset is poetic and the dusk is picturesque. Although it is beautiful, I only have you in my heart.

18. Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black. Dyed black during the day. Black is dyed white. The world is divided into black and white. So I became your reflection. Always live in a completely different world from you. Buried the dusk. Buried a group of gorgeous and luxurious butterflies.

19. Every dusk, thick and heavy clouds lurk in the sky, and the sunset can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap, just like a fish in the sinking sea, occasionally rolling golden scales.

2. Beautiful phrases describing dusk fashion are the business cards of talented people, and Yang Daxia's temperament stands out: when people arrive at dusk, they knock on the door to look for poems.

1

The ancient rhyme is melodious,

Who is the sad person?

Walking all over the mountains and rivers,

Smile and watch the ups and downs.

2

After dusk,

Knock on the door of poetry

The east wind calls people back,

Love is deep into old age.

three

Good years,

He Sheng Kai umbrella.

The breeze sends the moon,

Mountain light welcomes guests.

four

Years of loneliness,

When will the world of mortals watch?

Artemisia scoparia is everywhere,

Yes, wine is a full moon.

five

Empty mountain laughed loudly:

Obsessed with a thousand years old.

Singing the song of youth,

Play the fiddle, Xiao.

3. Beautiful sentences about dusk 1. In the evening, the sun gathered its dazzling light and turned into a golden CD.

The cloudless sky in Wan Li is blue, like a clear sky lake. Slowly, the color is getting stronger and stronger, like the lake is getting deeper and deeper.

The towering mountains in the distance, under the setting sun, are painted with a layer of golden yellow, which is particularly magnificent. After a while, the sun smiled and blushed, kissed the hill, and sprayed a red round face to the earth and the sky. This is a beautiful sunset.

The sun showed its beauty, jumped happily and disappeared behind the western hills. 2. In the evening, the sunset glow burned the sky red.

People come and go on the beach by the sea. Some people are swimming, some are picking up shells, some are playing, and the laughter is as high as the waves.

The cool sea water washes away people's fatigue and heat, making people feel relaxed and refreshed. At this time, the sun's face is bright red, and its light seems to have been taken away by someone. It is no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright.

It slowly retreated to the west, as gentle and quiet as a beautiful girl. It was taken into a fairyland. The forest in the community seems to be covered with a layer of faint oil, which is even more green and attractive. The river that flows along the end of the community has a different feeling at this time, which is quiet and warm ... 5. Overlooking the dusk of the town, it is like a golden moon falling into the Tianhe River, kissing the hometown village, and from time to time, dogs crow from the village where the smoke is curling, as if it were a distant and hazy dream.

6. At dusk, the light sprinkled on the river by the sunset, like many gold needles and silver wires, swayed with the water waves. 7. At dusk, a crescent moon rises quietly, and around it, there are several stars with faint light.

8. The road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan. The sun is setting, the mountain road is full of red, and snowflakes are falling. With our laughter, beautiful pictures are constantly fixed in front of us. I like to carry your bag and hold your hand forever. Every evening, there are thick clouds in the sky. The sunset can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap, just like a fish in a rough sea, occasionally rolling golden scales.

-Huo Yan's Fourteen Records of Lushan Mountain 10, the twilight has been blurred, and the sky full of sunset clouds is gradually dim and has no color. 1 1, the sun sets slowly, and the sky is full of red clouds, like a goddess leaving a red skirt.

12, the sunset has been suspended in mid-air, just like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if it were a magical little star shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.

13, get used to a person's world; Get used to a person's life; Accustomed to a person's sunset; Get used to your imagination; Accustomed to a person looking up at the sky; Accustomed to watching the rain alone; Accustomed to traveling alone; Accustomed to listening to music alone. I'm used to being alone on the stage. Are you used to living without him or her?

14, the sun is setting, and the river is smeared with faint rouge. -Yu Pingbo's Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights 15. At this time, when the sun is setting, the grassland is covered with a golden silence. The distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow, and the clouds as white as milk that day turned into red as fire.

The grass waves subsided, and grazing cattle and sheep came from distant grasslands; Only those camels who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin.

Seeing the sun, all his glory is similar to being buried in the coming night. To see the sun, for all his glory. The dusk buried by the coming night is beautiful and soft. The setting sun passes through your fingers. The sunset in the dusk is scattered all over the place, covering the old days, this late spring dusk; Look at the sun, although it is brilliant, the most beautiful time is at dusk.

Affectionate eyes, infinite charm of sunset. The red pole of the setting sun brings colorful pictures, the sunset glow makes up, and the red rises all over the corner, sitting peacefully in a beautiful melancholy and enjoying this happiness alone.

The yellowing of the years, the scattered past events are like the sunset, the twilight is soft and the sunset is infinitely beautiful. Who said "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night"? Walking poetically in April, the sunset is red all over Shan Ye.

Sometimes at dusk, the setting sun is short, looking up at the colorful years and profound youth, I deeply recall the experiences of the protagonists He and Li in the plot. Spread out the sunset, the sunset glow around the sunset, the shore of the sea, the sunset reflects the lover's back, the familiar wooden window, the laughter walking in the sunset, a warm look back, and the fragments of the sunset.

The sunset is full of residual red, wandering alone in the street, feeling the homesickness of the sunset flowing quietly, looking back at the old days, the laughter of life fragments, and the ink painting pictures printed in my mind. At dusk, I listened to the past of the sunset and looked at the lonely distant mountains, and the tired birds returned. This season has passed, and people watching the sunset slowly spread out the quiet chords all over the sky, which are so quiet and soft, passing through the forehead of vicissitudes of life, smiling at dusk, and the sunset falling all over the place.

Reflecting the dusk, gently roll up the hair on your forehead, the red sunset glow, like a song, like a manzhushahua, so beautiful, so soft, beautiful picture, breathing and happy. A gust of wind drifted through the messy hair and began to move gently, with a long aftertaste, which was a sad reminder of loneliness at dusk.

Sunset, small window, distant scenery, shallow fragrance of singing, began to talk, quietly sideways, this quiet sunset in the evening beauty to the extreme. My eyes are drunk, time is broken, and at dusk in April, the air is filled with damp smell and faint pollen. In the sunset, there is a trace of Jin Liang in the powder, and the dark green willows are polished into transparent warm colors. At the end of this spring, I am looking at the charm of the sunset from a distance, quietly sad, this touch of scenery, the sunset at dusk, will you stay for me? I like this dusk for no reason, like the sunset, like its blushing face, just like the words in my diary.

When I think of the tenderness of the warm words in the evening and the transparent warm colors of the sunset, there is a fragrant tide on my face. Think of Xue Xiaochan's lost dusk, that quiet enough to listen to Bresennon's sadness, quietly and diligently looking at the blue sky, unspeakable sadness, need such dusk, close to your own sadness.

Every time I play, I will enjoy the sunset several times. I like to look at hongxia quietly, as quiet as a page. Leave the hustle and bustle of the crowd, sit in one place, turn off your cell phone, let your thoughts rot quietly, enjoy yourself and drain your memories.

This evening, the long-lasting love, behind the drunken sunset, just can't find the familiar voice anymore. I'm lost. I rolled up the messy hair on my forehead with a hairpin and stepped over my back in the afterglow. The sunset is so quiet. Quietly flowing time, the breeze blowing the skirt, and golden dusk, the sunset pulling the shadow for a long time, beside the rose garden and shadow jungle.

The setting sun reflects the benches in the dusk, and the lovers who snuggle together accompany each other. The clouds are close to the morning glow, the sunset glow is still elegant and clear, and the dusk in the sunset becomes a beautiful scenery. I stretched out my hands to pick this rare warm silence, and suddenly hoped that the evening would stay at this moment forever.

The sky is full of rosy clouds and seagulls are flying everywhere. I like Twilight written by Qiong Yao. Twilight is boundless, running water sweeps away time, dusk fades away, the night is low, songs are sung, the tide rises and falls, the sunset is dusk, and only seagulls fly.

The sunset glow burns the sky red, and the sunset is poetic and picturesque. The sunset glow is dotted with beautiful scenery at the last moment of the day, and a chord is covered with beauty and tenderness. I imagine the sea as a sunken fish and a wild goose. The sea is ups and downs, and birds gliding in the wind are singing.

I can't help liking the dusk of this scene, the hustle and bustle so far away from the world, the intoxication of the empty coast, the sunset and the sea surface, the waves and shadows on the sea surface are charming and charming, which makes people talk into poetry. Time flies in front of us, quietly collecting yesterday's vicissitudes in the cuffs.

On the road full of mountain flowers, there is a hint of coolness, and the dancing honey swings with the wind in the shallow shadow of the sunset, briefly and sometimes at dusk. As the sun sets, tired birds sway the tranquility of dusk, and the cherry rain by the river in April has lost its seasonal beauty.

Lonely sunset, I don't know whose tenderness it belongs to. Sunset, softly scattered on the windowsill.

This evening in late winter and early spring, in the fading time of spring, I listened to the whispers of the past comfortably. Under the beautiful sunset, flowers fall from one tree to another, blowing up long memories of loneliness in the dusk, and how many tender years are clear in the dream.

The dusk in the sunset, looking back from time to time, is covered with sunset red, writing down the shadow of poetic dusk and understanding the true meaning of life. The sunset at dusk, at that moment, everything in the world has changed. The phoenix tree umbrella is red, the birds are singing, and the colorful glow is a dreamlike dress. The sun, the moon and the stars are singing in gorgeous brilliance. Time can't stay, spring has gone without a trace, the tide rises and falls, and it is bitter and hurried.

There are several green hills and some sunset red. Look at the sun, although it is dazzling, how long time has passed; Sunset is a late flower, sunset is an old wine, sunset is a late love, sunset is an unfinished love.

Ripples like a song, a brilliant and ancient ink painting. Gently, dusk passed and the sunset left.

At this time, I remembered the famous saying of modern essayist Xu Zhimo, "I left gently, just as I came gently;" I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the baidu.com// River is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.