What are some sentences that describe night scenery?

1. The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it cannot be dissolved...

2. The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply fascinated. Intoxicated.

3. 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.

4. Dancing pavilions, bright lights, bustling traffic, bright lights echoing the soft night sky

Answer’s Supplement 2009-06-03 18:19 This is the lotus pond A section in the moonlight

The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a gauze. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, casting jagged and mottled black shadows on the dense shrubs high up; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell.

This is about moonlight

1. The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets 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.

2 The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo bamboo on the mountain turns 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 warbler chirping "lulululululuo" in its throat. Soon, the little bird seemed to understand this. He leaned against the screen window and looked out. 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 climbed 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, small insects are jumping in the grass, spring seedlings are pulling out stalks and growing in the terraced fields; thousands of lives are jubilant in the mountains and fields...

5 The mist dissipates , the silver moonlight is like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress, covering the vast beach. There is not a single boat on the river, and not even a trace of microwave can be seen. In the middle of the river and on the bank, there is silence everywhere. This tranquility is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients