What is the beauty of the evening breeze?

The beauty of the night breeze is that:

1, Jean, the evening breeze of the waning moon quietly brings me thoughts. I quietly turned into the evening breeze of the waning moon, and you made me miss you. Time is like a thin thread, silence penetrates my heart, and for a long time, love is like a tide. After a long time, maybe, maybe the memory will melt. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't take you to bed. Maybe we have one more thing. Promise me to keep the ice.

2. The night is quiet and beautiful. The evening breeze gently blows the flowing clouds, and plumes of clouds appear in the night sky, covering the sky like melancholy wrinkles. Quiet moonlight, infected with the sadness of missing; The loneliness of the wind is swaying in my heart. At such a moment, I am destined to dream.

The shadows of trees are swaying, and the evening breeze in early spring still carries a cold breath, walking in the quiet courtyard, and there is no glory of the stars and the moon in cloudy days. A kind of mood, bitter, lingers in my heart, and my thoughts drift away with the gloomy clouds. I can't find the other shore and get nothing. ...

On a midsummer night with flowers, the evening breeze blows the lovers who love each other and stay together. Because of love, we sincerely believe in all beautiful things.

The soft wind came quietly, accompanied by soft footsteps. Please listen quietly, as if listening to the voice of your lover. In this sultry summer night, there will be a trace of happiness rippling in your heart, adding a coolness and comfort, making people lost in the caress of this boundless wind. ...

6. The breeze blew from the dense bamboo forest behind the house, making a soft swish sound. Listening to the wind song reminds me of this song "Whispering of the Wind". I feel that everything in nature is so harmonious and perfect, and my thoughts fly far away. ...

7. The slow night breeze dispelled the heat wave during the day, and the coolness lingered in your fingers. Under the dim moonlight, the quiet night exudes elegant beauty, and the shallow flowers overflow the courtyard and diffuse everywhere. Unconsciously, misty thoughts spread, perhaps the faint sadness flowing in memory, and my heart suddenly became desolate.

8. Last night, the wind was very light, and the sun was blinded by smog, showing blood red. After the end of autumn, I walked into the Egret Garden. The weeping willows are still green, leaving only the lotus flowers and green leaves in the pond, as well as stumps and dead leaves. How similar the corruption in the pond is to the corruption in the officialdom! The residual lotus leaves sunset, although somewhat sad, more is loss and melancholy.

9. Memory is like the wind in summer dusk, with a coolness that penetrates deep into the skin, dispelling the haze in the heart. Listen to the wind, our own inner voice, natural voice, conform to nature and our hearts.

10, the gentle evening breeze blows our hearts and makes people immersed in it.