Short sentences about night sceneries

1. What are the sentences that describe late night emotions?

1. Wandering alone late at night, I can see you in the distance with my eyes closed, it is so clearly visible.

2. Walking to the observation deck and looking at the brilliantly lit night, I felt filled with emotion.

3. Revisiting the old place on a late autumn night, the old overseas Chinese were moved by the scene and filled with emotion.

4. When the lanterns came on and I saw the changes in my hometown, I was filled with emotion and could not express my inner joy.

5. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, feeling that the night passed too quickly.

6. When you climb to the top of the mountain at night and look around, you can see mountains rising one after another, which makes you feel as if you are at the top of the mountain.

7. Looking back on that evening 40 years ago, I had a picnic in the park with my classmates, drinking heavily and talking loudly, and I can't help but feel deeply.

8. In an instant, I saw a few white cranes looking eastward on the looming pavilion on the lake shrouded in white at this late night, and I was filled with emotion.

9. It’s late at night, looking at the high-rise buildings in the distance, I feel a lot of emotions.

10. Last night, I found that he was more sensible than before, and he was more understanding.

11. Late at night, there were sounds of roaring beasts coming from the distant mountains. He couldn't help but wonder, was this the one from before?

12. Late at night, the stars in the sky are shining brightly, which is amazing.

13. It is already late at night, everything is quiet, only a few stars are blinking in the sky, twinkling, making people feel thousands of emotions.

14. The continuous spring rain broke the silence of the night. He couldn't help but wonder, when will the rain stop?

15. I love to meditate and write in the dead of night, because this is when I feel the most. 2. 8 sentences about night scenes

On winter nights, there are often bursts of shouts of "Roast pork rice dumplings! Roast pork rice dumplings!", which breaks the silence of winter nights.

The dense night is like a master of painting, painting everything with a mysterious color, so the solemn night has an exciting charm. Walking on Zhongshan Road, the wind is mixed with the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the season has come a new cycle.

The sight travels between heaven and earth. In the night, there are little stars blinking mischievously, soft and charming.

There seemed to be a few more enchanting lights between the buildings. "The night view of the city is the most simple expression of the city" because the night view is like the pupils of a child, confirming the most longing and innocent color, making people have to be fascinated by the deepest and deepest black. Its simplicity is "easy".

After a busy day, people take off their camouflage and stroll through such night scenes with their families, and all their worries disappear. The real night scene is interpreted vividly in Shanghai, bold, bold, and slightly flirtatious.

The night view of Nanjing is the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu, subtle and delicate, with a feeling of being washed away. Standing on the banks of the Qinhuai River, what I see is the melancholy left over from history.

After withdrawing his thoughts, what was left in his ears was the sound of harmonious footsteps. The flashing neon lights, people chatting, the sound of music, the aroma of tea... It is unrestrained but not slutty, and it seems to have a touch of cultural heritage.

Xiamen in the middle of the night now looks even more beautiful like a girl slowly falling asleep. The night got deeper again, for no reason.

A kind of sadness emerged unconsciously in my heart. Maybe it’s because the weather has cooled down again recently! The clothes became thicker and thicker, the face became redder and colder, and the heart became colder. The night is too quiet.

It is hard to imagine that the morning light can dispel such a silent night. The whole city went to sleep, and at this time, my father's happy snoring was heard in my ears.

Go to sleep, everyone, sleep well. Before dawn breaks, who would wait in this long night? have no idea.

I am no longer afraid of such dark nights. Is it because I have grown up? It's time to be brave. Because there are too many things.

At this moment, only Mingyue is so energetic. The night is still silent.

There are more than eight sentences, I hope they will be adopted. 3. Write a philosophical sentence about the night scene

1. The night is like a thick inkstone, too deep to be dissolved...

2. The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, Dotted with twinkling stars, people can't help but be deeply intoxicated.

5. The night is quiet at first, and people have fallen asleep. In the silence and peace, the snow-white angel slowly fell from the night sky. The light snow, accompanied by the dance music of the night, is here. The silver moonlight shone on the ground, and there were crickets chirping sadly everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

3. The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo poles on the mountain turn into black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain. Occasionally, from somewhere, there would suddenly be a grass warbler chirping "lulululululuo" in its throat. Soon, the little bird seemed to understand this. He leaned against the screen window and looked out.

4. The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that the sky is just busy. A comb of moon is like a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and clear, and gradually can set off the night scene. The insects in the small garden grassland chatted trivially at night. A group of frogs somewhere worked together to whistle, like the sound was boiling in a fire. A few fireflies swam back and forth gracefully, not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered, like a small green eye on a summer night. It was the middle of the night and it shouldn't be so noisy, so I still closed my little eyes and fell asleep.

4. The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful time. The sky seemed to have been washed, without a trace of cloud or mist. It was crystal blue, high and far away. A round moon crawled out from the mountain ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley covered with strange rocks, casting the shadows of branches and grass on the path, dotted with flowers, lingering. Birds are chirping on the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, spring seedlings are pulling up stalks in the terraced fields, and thousands of lives are jubilant in the mountains and fields... 4. Sentences describing the bustling city night scene

The bright starry sky. Everyone says that the starry sky at night is very beautiful. The stars are twinkling in the universe, as if they are blinking. It is so cute.

What a beautiful thing it would be if a big, round and golden moon hung in the sky. Everything I talk about is always met.

In my memory, one night, while listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne" with my MP3, I walked out of the balcony to look at the beautiful night sky. The night sky that day was so beautiful that it was amazing. Absolutely. I first looked at the beautiful night sky, and then looked at the night lights of the city. It was so beautiful that no one could stop it! In the universe, there are countless stars and planets shining with the light of the sun. Human beings see it and think it is the light of the stars themselves, but it is actually the light of the sun. However, human beings still think they are beautiful.

When I look at the golden moon and twinkling stars in the universe, I feel that it is very beautiful. Every time I look at the stars, I want to stretch out my hand and pick off a star. I also want to grab a lot of them. I don’t want to let go of the moon either. I put it down and eat it in one bite. I feel greedy thinking about it. , wipe your saliva first and then talk.

In my mind, the stars and the moon are like angels. That’s because I often make wishes to the stars and ask them to help me realize my wishes. Although the stars have never helped me realize my wishes, I still regard the stars and the moon as angels.

Who told them to be so beautiful? The bright starry sky is so beautiful, all people are fascinated by it, no one calls them so beautiful, people all like them.

The bright stars are always beautiful. Looking at the starry sky, the stars are bright and the wind is gentle.

With the sky as the curtain and the earth as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pond of frogs chirping and insects chirping, and looking at the star-studded night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an endless deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, far away.

My eyes really want to penetrate this layer of darkness, and I really want to spy on what is at the end of the sky. The sky is so vast that I can’t help but feel ashamed of my own insignificance; the universe is so infinite that I can’t help but lament the shortness of life.

"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still chirping and the insects are chirping.

Staring at the stars all over the sky, big and small, flickering on and off, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and spread their luster to the earth. Whether they are famous stars or Nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Throughout the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are so many people like immortal stars in the sky, their spirit and great achievements passed down to this day, and even will continue to be passed down forever? The stars blinked, as if confirming that my answer was correct.

The endless songs of frogs, drums and insects seemed to congratulate me on my sudden enlightenment of thinking. Grandfathers and fathers are just like these famous and nameless stars, pursuing, exploring, and struggling in hardships, with as much heat as they shine.

Indeed, life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make the flow of my life merge into the long river of history, forever galloping, and always shining. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep and the stars are still brilliant. The frogs in the fields are playing beautiful music. On the black swan-like night, the fifteenth moon is like a jade plate filled with gold. The sky has just broken, and the light green There are still a few sparse remaining stars in the sky. The stars are bright and the wind is gentle.

With the sky as the curtain and the earth as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pond of frogs chirping and insects chirping, and looking at the star-studded night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an endless deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, far away.

My eyes really want to penetrate this layer of darkness, and I really want to spy on what is at the end of the sky. The sky is so vast that I can’t help but feel ashamed of my own insignificance; the universe is so infinite that I can’t help but lament the shortness of life.

"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still chirping and the insects are chirping.

Staring at the stars all over the sky, big and small, flickering on and off, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and spread their luster to the earth. Whether they are famous stars or Nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Throughout the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are so many people like immortal stars in the sky, their spirit and great achievements passed down to this day, and even will continue to be passed down forever? The stars blinked, as if confirming that my answer was correct.

The endless songs of frogs, drums and insects seemed to congratulate me on my sudden enlightenment of thinking. Grandfathers and fathers are just like these famous and nameless stars, pursuing, exploring, and struggling in hardships, with as much heat as they shine.

Indeed, life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make the flow of my life merge into the long river of history, forever galloping, and always shining.

Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs in the fields are playing beautiful music.

When the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, because the brightness of the moon will cover up the nearby stars that are not very conspicuous, so the idiom "the moon is sparse with stars" has been around since ancient times. Therefore, in this description, it is beautiful to see the stars and the moon shining together, but it is not very realistic.

The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars standing guard. At night, the evening breeze blows gently, blowing the curtains gently. The bright moon in the starry sky is very dazzling, and the seemingly small stars are also embedded next to it. On such a night, you can temporarily not think about those sad and troublesome things. You can quietly sip fragrant tea or coffee while watching the night sky. The most important thing for a person living in this world is to live freely, openly and happily.

But if a person really wants to do this, it is indeed not easy. Faced with the complex interpersonal relationships in society, faced with sometimes very difficult things, faced with some jealousy of oneself If someone is plotting against you behind your back, you really need to be careful every step you take. For example, when playing online games, you must be brave enough to face unknown dangers.

There are many good people in the world, but there are also many bad people. Under such circumstances, family members will inevitably remind themselves to be careful outside. 5. What are some sentences about the beauty of the night scene?

1. The beauty of Xitang was most famous at night, so I chose to stay one night that day, get up at 5 a.m. to take pictures of the tranquility in the early morning, and then go to Wuzhen. The time was just right.

2. The shining stars are embedded in the dark night, like shining gems.

3. Looking at it, the stars in the sky look very messy. But if you look closely, you'll see that the stars form a variety of different patterns. Some are like tigers, some are like lions, some are like horses... These patterns embellish the sky more beautifully!

4. When I looked up at the stars, I never noticed the dazzling beauty of the night sky. My eyes were staring straight at the silver moon, and I was filled with emotion. How long have you been away from home? Has the scenery of your hometown changed? Have the folks in your hometown aged again? The neighbor’s little sister must have grown this tall. They must have some more gray hair on their sideburns... Haha, Maybe, being far away from home, I just made up such a warm and sad picture in my mind.

5. Night came slowly, slowly. Whenever it is quiet at night, the whole community seems to be soaked in black ink, so pitch black that you can't even see your fingers. 6. The sentences describing the night scene in the novel should be beautiful, and ancient style is also acceptable.

1. City night, a quiet night.

In the city, the cold wind howls. The bar is full of entertainment, and this is the beginning of the night market.

2. The rain is still falling, and it is much quieter outside. Maybe it’s because the night is too late, or maybe people don’t want to disturb this beautiful autumn rain to wash away this boring city. The night is deep, the city is quiet, but my heart is still... 3. The rushing crowds, the passing vehicles, the raindrops falling from the sky, the tourists leaning on the overpass, the hawking of roadside vendors, the constantly flashing traffic lights, it seems This is true in every city.

Passing by in a hurry, passing by the scenery here, chasing a more exciting world. Perhaps, everyone is chasing their dreams and come to the same city. Night after night, day after day, what is busy is the figure, but what is forgotten is the beautiful scenery on the way.

4. The crimson blue sky is like an exaggeration after splashing ink, covering the entire sky eloquently and obscurely. In the early hours of the morning, she was still wandering around the city where An Yan was located. The deserted streets were blown by gusts of wind from time to time. She just wanted to walk the streets that An Yan walked when she finally left, and then be with this city. In the loneliness of the city at night, we hug together and cry together.

5. The silence of the night is beautiful. Looking down at the traffic flowing through the noisy city at night, the flickering light turns into stars in the corners of the wet eyes.

Kneeling next to the floor-to-ceiling window, the figure with messy hair is reflected in the reflection. His fingertips are close to the transparent glass window, but he cannot touch the scenery outside the window. He cannot feel the temperature outside the window. The coolness suddenly makes people stand on end. Is it helplessness or loneliness? This feeling is still so familiar. I quietly found that the air is filled with his scent, a very light smile, sweet. It turns out that this is called the taste of longing, but longing makes people very bitter. Can I have a drink at this moment? Soju, anesthetize that bitter heart. 6. It's dark, loneliness is slowly cutting, and my heart starts to hurt again.

How many nights have I walked alone through the night streets of the city, watching the lights of the street lamps on both sides extend my lonely shadow forward along with the road. The wind in late autumn is icy cold. In such a season, the sycamore trees, which usually have dense branches and leaves, are like an old man in the evening, lifeless.

Whose tears are flying? Along with the falling sycamore leaves in late autumn, the branches are flying all over the sky. www.duwenz.Com 7. City night, the New Year's Eve bells rang in the silent night, and the city began to noisy.

8. The peaceful month was taken away by the years, leaving no trace. The old vows of eternal love have also become blurred.

No matter how sad or beautiful the memories are, they are just memories. Tomorrow I will not be able to let go that you have become a wife. The reality of society is dark and the flowers of hope in dreams are stained with blood.

In this bustling city, the night is so gorgeous under the red lights. I once again pick up the broken heart and put it together, just because I don’t want to hate you. 9. I hide in the dense jungle, in the deserted wilderness.

I am the ugly duckling frozen in the lake, Cinderella without the glass slipper, and the witch wearing a black veil, traveling through the night sky of the city. My beauty is the lake that never sees the sun, my prince lives happily in other people's fairy tales, and my love is the star of the industrial age, dim and lonely above the brightly lit city.

10. The horoscope book says that we are not suitable. According to our zodiac signs, we are incompatible. I will no longer be seen in the night sky of your city. Nan Ke Yimeng, after waking up, the world is in complete chaos. Now I realize that you have messed up my life. I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. I’m tired! After everything before becomes a memory, there is no meaning in reading or discarding it, and it no longer has anything to do with the life I want to live now.

My leaving is enough for you to cut off contact with me. I think this reason is enough. 11. Sometimes, in the bustling city at night, it seems quite unique to go out for a walk alone! Is it that people whose lives are too comfortable yearn for the glitz of the outside world, while those who have gone through vicissitudes of life want to live a peaceful life, but it turns out to be a luxury? 12. We can't escape the day just like we can't refuse the night. Every night has a deep longing, so deep that only the stars in the night sky can see her distance.

The night is lonely and gorgeous, but some people are even more gorgeous and lonely. Just imagine that the lights are on at night, the stars are dotted, the whole city, the whole night will show her colorfulness, and we Who is enjoying it? We are just enjoying it in such splendor. Whether it is happiness or pain, let’s call it enjoyment. We are all lonely or crazy people in this city at night. The lights were feasting and the neon lights were flashing. We were laughing and crying.

At night, we try to show ourselves in hiding, try to numb ourselves in longing, and look forward to the dawn in the dark night! 13. It is the tranquility of the night that warms my impetuous heart, and it is the loneliness of the night that freezes the moon in the late night. It was the familiar breathing that made me feel warm, and it was the messy thoughts that broke the silence of the night.

Just sitting there quietly, accustomed to having sleepless monologues late at night, feeling the coolness of the cold night. Lingering thoughts and staggering steps fill the streets and alleys of this city, wandering around and wondering who is whose passerby on this street? Who is the protagonist in this noisy city? 14. Walking on the snow-covered streets, one deep and one shallow footprint, there is only endless white snow in front, and the footprints behind are also disappeared in the snowflakes.

Empty streets, silent cities. A man wandering alone on that snowy night in the cold winter.

On winter nights, the dim lights reflect the loneliness and desolation of the city. The beautiful neon lights appear monotonous in the snowy night. They are not as gorgeous or lively as usual. They stand weakly in the corner of the city. Come here to witness that there is no love or friendship in this city under the cold snowy night, only the coldness and desolation of the night. 15. I don’t know how long I walked, but I found that my attention was very unfocused. I was not attracted by the people I met on the road, nor by the billboards.

It’s the crossroads that spread out one after another but never end. So, the city teased me, four roads, where do you go? The setting sun was about to fall, and the last warm glow was lost in this tall building.

The disappearance of the sun is followed by the night of this city, the madness of this city, and the climax of this city. Neon lights, street lights, and car lights are the elements of this city. Of course, they also contain people's endless greed and venting. So, a lot of red banknotes were soaked in the light.

16. The night in the city is so charming. There is feasting and feasting, and Banli is prosperous.

Every. 7. Sentences with emotion late at night in early winter

1. Birds fly away in autumn, but flowers depend on each other in winter.

2. On a winter night, when you are lying in the study room, please imagine yourself as the protagonist of a tragedy, and experience the joy and sorrow in the ups and downs of other people's fate. You will thank God for allowing you to escape one ruthless stick of fate one after another.

3. The night is so quiet, and the continuous music played on the TV makes my soft heart breed more sweet fantasies and lingering longings. This sweet longing is so poetic. Painting is so intoxicating that you can indulge yourself in it and cannot control yourself.

4. On winter nights, in my warm room, the lights are like small suns, as if they can give me the sunshine of Zhuhai in winter, transmitting its warm light into my transparent and pure heart. atrium.

5. On a winter night, there are few pedestrians, occasionally cars pass by, and the trees stand quietly. What a peaceful night. Looking at the ordinary days of the houses on both sides of the street, strings of laughter float into my heart from time to time. What a peaceful, harmonious and happy night it is. The sparse stars in the sky blink at everything in the world. I have disappeared at this time. In this wonderful night.