Bonfire party. Tell me how to write.

Share the sentences in the circle of friends at the bonfire party, including descriptions of scenery, games and games, and self-awareness.

Depict a landscape

Don't work at sunrise, but enter at sunset.

A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror. Under the moon, women sometimes raise their wrists and lower their eyebrows, and sometimes touch Shu Yun's hand. The fan in her hand is folded up and held high, like a pen-and-ink painter in Youlong. She is elegant and vigorous.

I want you to see how romantic the sunset glow is today.

Sunset always escapes in the thoughts of sunset glow like blood.

In my memory, at night, by the campfire, I lit the stars!

The morning star rises like a jewel on a black satin. Finally, the bonfire on the hut gradually went out, leaving only a pile of dark red coals, and the hunter dozed off beside the coals.

The sunset glow is monotonous rust red, with heavy wings, suddenly overlapping in mid-air, and a group of butterflies and a group of golden butterfly wings are flying on a crimson background. The sunset glow leaked from the gap in the wings and fell into my eyes, just like a dream. Golden wings and crimson sunset glow back and forth in my pupils, just like a bonfire lit by a hunter in the jungle on an autumn night.

Time suddenly went back, and this tent bonfire became the yard of the drugstore. The man in ink clothes made a promise with his fist, and an ordinary piece of paper was pressed under the lamp on the table.

At night, the stars fill the sky. By the bonfire, tourists from all over the world gathered together to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the grassland at night. Aobao meets the grassland, and my lover's beautiful song floats in the night sky.

There is a bright bonfire burning under the tree, and the blue smoke is like the fog at night. Flowing, like a winding yarn.

have fun

The party of beer and food will let your taste buds release your body and mind.

She danced like a beautiful butterfly, twisted like a graceful wicker, and was intoxicating.

Eat roast whole sheep until it explodes, and many people can't finish it.

It's the first time to eat roast whole sheep, and four people are too full. It tastes really good.

The most wonderful thing is the "snake dance", the gentle shaking of the neck and the trembling of the shoulders: a series of flexible peristalsis, from the fingertips of the right hand to the fingertips of the left hand! I really can't describe it. I can only borrow two poems by Bai Juyi: "The pearl dazzles the stars, and the flowers fight the dragons and snakes."

Get together, talk about each other's little things, and speak your mind; Let life become more perfect, and let happiness accompany us all the way.

A busy week has begun again. Some people eat roast whole sheep too greasy. I want to drool but I can't eat. There are more people than people, which makes people angry.

The body gently rotates the long skirt to unfold, folds the slender waist with tiny steps, and reveals a wrist on the gauze skirt, with an elegant posture like the wind blowing willows.

The moon touches fireworks, the milky way kisses clouds, and vagrants light bonfires on winter nights. I made up twenty or thirty gorgeous visions to confuse. But the starlight under your eyes still does not belong to me.

There are many people at the bonfire party, and the vivid dance is eye-catching. This scene can be recalled for a lifetime.

Self-perception

Nitrogen in our DNA, calcium in our teeth, iron in our blood and carbon in our food are all made up of thousands of stars scattered during the Big Bang, so each of us is a star.

He believes that the moon is the glory of sonnets and the product of thoughts and words. But what hangs in the sky is just a dead stone. On the day I met her, the ribbon was silent, and the nib rustled and kissed the paper: "I think I saw the moon."

This summer, I had a wonderful meeting with the bonfire.

In fact, the most decadent thing is not getting drunk and partying every night, but waking up and wasting time.

Ten thousand times again, I would like to hold the years in the water. Everything is empty, but it doesn't matter.

The stars only appear in the clear night sky, and you appear in my clear galaxy.

Today's sunset glow is beautiful, I want to show it to you.

Eating in a hotel in a suit and tie is mostly for entertainment, and friends are those who can sit in the night market and drink.

After vicissitudes of life, I just want to join hands with people at the bedside, enjoy poems and the distance in the quiet fields, and count the stars.

Others are the stars above them, the geese moving south, but you are different. You are an old man, a legacy of autumn farewell. When a hundred flowers blossom, you only wear one on your chest.