Beautiful sentences describing the dead of night

Beautiful sentences describing the dead of night

In the dead of night, it should be a time when talents are surging and lofty sentiments are revealed. When all is silent, the sky is full of stars. You, me, him and many friends, sitting in front of the screen, enjoying the comments from all corners of the country, listening to the friendly voices of strange and familiar friends, watching friends bloom with beautiful and intelligent sweet smiles. How can we not be intoxicated?

Because your light shines in my MengMeng, time will never stay in this lonely night. I will write a song for myself in the dead of night, so that I won't feel without you. Love is a kind of faith, which gives me strength. I would like song for you to take away your sadness ... I didn't think of it without being sad. Why am I working so hard? I saw through singing this song today, because I love you, and I have no choice.

Missing is the craziest when it's dead of night, it's hard to sleep, and the mind is extremely fragile. When you care about someone, you will pay special attention to whether she also cares about you; When you miss someone, you will pay special attention to whether she is thinking of you. If you like it, you will care, and if you care, you will be more sad. A person is not lonely, missing a person is really lonely. How are you?

In the dead of night, when all the prosperity is gone, the drizzle bounces gently, and the sound of rain annihilates the loneliness of the night, moistens the hazy moonlight and slightly wrinkles the ripples on the river. Everything around him was a passer-by, and I don't know when the rain wet his eyes. He looked at the boundless river, broke the lamp in his hand angrily, and walked away. Despair, cold raindrops entered his wet heart and became cold.

Everyone was drunk in the dead of night. Wang Shijun and I sent our wife and children back to school. At this time, we didn't expect things to happen.

In the dead of night, there is room to sort out my thoughts. That's why I like doing things at night. Because only in this way can I really listen to my inner voice.

In the dead of night, it is also the time to kill and steal goods. Isn't there a saying? "The night of the murder case was dark, the wind was high and the clouds were light, and the sky was lit." Although there is no class struggle, life will never be calm and peaceful everywhere. Some evil spirits and villains always hate our happiness and peace with gnashing teeth, and always try their best to destroy our harmony and happiness. There are still such people at home and abroad, and there are many more! You can't kill people, but you can't prevent people.

In the dead of night, the bright moon hangs high. Moonlight falls gently, on the eaves, by the river, on the towering pagodas, and on the drooping walls of vines. The path paved with bluestone was empty, and the moonlight was a little silver. In an antique house, many people are in full swing. Through the door, swaying figures are looming, and the air is filled with disturbing breath, which is a sign that the storm is coming.

In the dead of night, that is love. Secretly control my heart, remind me that I love you and stand by.

In the dead of night, someone is waiting outside your window, giving you wealth, giving you joy and letting him in. If you want to ask, I won't say much. You can guess, but I really don't know. I'll tell you, who knows, happy Halloween!

Sentence 1 1 In the dead of night, there are beauty and ugliness; There are smooth ones and obscure ones; There are joys and sorrows; Where there is peace, there is peeping; There are quiet and serene, and there are undercurrents and turbid waves; People talk about hope and evil; There are lyric poems and their teeth and fangs are ready! Good people, while enjoying life, should also see the swords and shadows in the dark. In the dead of night, we want to live happily, and we want to think calmly …

Sentence 12: In the dead of night, emotional wounds are dull and painful in rainy days, and memories are full of tears. The storm in the dark kept banging on the window, as if to remind me that it was a lost time. Even if there was a lot of pain, who could I expect to cure it? I can only wander in the emotional wasteland with my bag on my back.

In the dead of night, all is silent. I will continue to write my story. About Mosang, about Jiyang, about Cen I, about Yanzi, about Ruoxuan, about Ertong, about Carp Book, about Lingya. ...

14 It's dead of night, but everything is still struggling, for life, for money, for power, for many things that seem like floating clouds but have to be owned! Maybe this season is doomed to be lonely! Maybe this season is destined to be written for myself! Maybe all this will sleep in the dream and be treasured in my heart and never mentioned again! Perhaps, this season is not the end, but the rebirth! This season is lonely, lonely with countless people who are about to be lonely or have been lonely! This season is lonely, lonely, and it is the old heart of the moon watcher. Will there be only one in his heart from now on? The answer is whether the next season will be lonely! ! !

In the dead of night, I want to walk on the lonely road and smoke a cigarette to ignite loneliness.

In the dead of night, I once again found the thick diary on my desk. The first page is right in front of my eyes. There aren't many gorgeous colors on it, but the seven powerful Chinese characters "Dangerous Peak and Infinite Scenery" are particularly attractive to me. This short seven-word motto will always inspire me to move forward.

17 sentence is still at night, sighing at the starry sky. Swaying in the futile sadness under the colorful moonlight, I heard your affectionate smile comforting your glass not far away.

The dead of night, like a sleeping baby, like an unpolluted forest. The sky is the blue that Picasso just painted, and it still keeps moisture, evaporating in a pure land, carefully nourishing every sleeping creature on the still soil, including our hearts and our thoughts. I like the night, when the fresh wind dances. I love the night, it has a unique peace. I love the night, it is my own world.

The dead of night is another sleepless night. I still remember when I was a child, I always liked to lie on my roof and watch the stars at night. Learn to count stars, one by one.

In the dead of night, the moon is still hanging in the starless night sky, its color is getting lighter and lighter, and the moon is cold and lonely. At this time, your face is looming, and everything related to you is particularly pale and clear by the moonlight. ...

In the dead of night, in this quiet night, I feel that everything has become a way for me. In this way, after night after night, I often miss enough to make another person quiet and used to it.

Early spring in the dead of night, fragrant flowers and leaves have not yet opened branches, but I smell the loneliness of late autumn. The heart has withered, the flowers have no intention of knowing each other, and I don't know how to ask myself. Love and career can't have both, but I can't control it. Men's shoulders are getting weaker and weaker, and they can't keep their heat warm and withered petals.

In the dead of night, I will still think of the past, think of the past, but I won't think about what would happen. Because ... because ... it's in the past.

In the dead of night, there is only a little chill and the sound of computer operation around me, but there is no drowsiness. I like to sit on my knees in this silent night, put aside the noise of the city, find a quiet and elegant track in the vast sky, and spread my mind in indifference. In the embrace of the night, it seems that everything in the world has disappeared, only the thoughts and souls precipitated in the depths of the soul slowly stretch and rise with elegant music in the quiet night.

In the dead of night, I miss my heart again, more menacing and more unscrupulous. I think I know, in fact, it has never relaxed its entanglement with me. This is a kind of involvement with sweetness, and bitterness contains mellow aroma. In the dead of night, will someone comfort me? In the dead of night, will anyone miss and be lonely? What are you thinking in the dead of night? Will the quiet environment be bright when the stars blink and the meteors fly by? Life will be uneven, and life will be colorful with the interpretation of this world. There is no sky without rain, and there is no rainbow without rain. When everything is in the loop.

In the dead of night, I often miss my hometown, the shabby hut, the collapsed earth wall, the reeds by the river, the white geese in the water ... Under the night sky, my hometown is brightly lit and shining.

In the dead of night, I miss and recall the good times we had together. Do you remember the first time I kissed you? Did we sit anywhere all day during that time? How I want to pack my bags with you, go to places we haven't been to, take roads we haven't walked, see scenery we haven't seen and blow the wind we haven't blown, remember?

In the dead of night, I often lament the bright moon alone. Sigh the unhappiness of life, the injustice of fate, the right and wrong, but you can't hide it, or you should face it so pessimistically. Have you given up on yourself and started to sink, making yourself so miserable? The initial agility, persistence and persistence have been exhausted by the years.

Think about the girls in the dormitory in the dead of night We dance together and have fun together. When we are sick, there are always a lot of people around us. Everything is wonderful. I always give someone a surprise on their birthday. In fact, I am very happy to know them, learn my dialect, and hold me in my arms when I secretly cry. I can bear it. I really want to say thank you. But I didn't say it after all. My eldest sister said that she had never been out of Jiaozuo, and I really wanted to take him to see Zhejiang, so that she could see the water town in the south of the Yangtze River that she was looking forward to and get out of that place with her face facing the sky.

I don't know when I began to like the night, like the dead of night, everything around me is so quiet, even my own mood is more silent with the night, and I have more thinking and growth in silence.

In the dark night, we have the opportunity to see ourselves and life through our souls. Day and night are relative, and most people will inevitably spend a busy day. In the evening, it is the mediator of our hearts, so that we can better meet the next day. So when night comes, it is the coming of another world. In this world, we have the most precious, important and unforgettable ideas in our hearts. ...

In the dead of night, I will always think of you. I miss you, but I can't talk to you; I woke up from my dream, but my memory is vague; But dreams are dreams after all, and you have to face reality when you wake up.

In the dead of night, when I think about the countless years I have gone through, I clearly know that I am no longer young, and my face is full of unspeakable vicissitudes and melancholy!

The night is charming and comfortable, because it is quiet and dark. We will miss our relatives, friends and every passer-by in our life on the full moon night. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, we tell stories of the past, from which we learn to grow, cherish, move and listen.

In the dead of night, most people have long been addicted to a beautiful dream and laughed for no reason. I tried to piece together those fragmentary memories and give them to the bright moon that always accompanied me late into the night, but no matter how hard I tried, it was still in vain. Disappeared in the vast years and never came back. Loneliness has always been with me, hanging my whole soul in one hand seems like a close call, happiness is still in the unknown front, waving my sleeves, except darkness, without taking away a trace of nostalgia. The vast sea of people, I walk at every crossroads of life, with indifferent eyes. The next night is still full of regrets. I hope this feeling can be slowly brewed, put down waiting and smear redundant acacia.

At night, when night falls, the impetuousness and tension during the day let us learn to remember at night. Let's calm down, play a light music, drink a cup of light tea, put all the unpleasantness behind us, calm down and think about whether what we have done all day pays off, and you will have an idea in the evening. In the dead of night, it may be a better growth.

It's dead of night, but I'm not sleepy. I asked why? In fact, I know, but after a long time, these reasons have become vague memories, and I seem to like this ambiguous answer. It turned out that I gave this heart a bad check, with a fake account name and a fake amount. The only real thing is probably myself. Should I rest in peace or sleep? Maybe this tomorrow's future itself is an absurd hole …

In the dead of night, it should be the time when the years change and everything turns. "... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness". In the spring breeze and autumn rain, the mountains and rivers quietly changed their faces. The leaves are green and yellow, and the flowers are in bloom. Spring is full of windows all night; Overnight, Qiu Guang was everywhere ... Swallows came back and flew away. Oh, will it be last year's swallow?

The night is still, which makes people deeply afraid, suffocate and lose the courage to be sleepy. Listening to sad love songs in headphones makes my mood more uneasy, and my mind is full of countless bitterness. Silently, silently, staring at the photos in front of me, my heart is very chaotic, I don't know where to go, I just feel that middle age is very attractive. I wonder if temptation is a mistake.

In the dead of night, it should be the time when lovers embrace and burn their emotions. Or newlyweds, opposite the lamp; Or leave for a while and return at night in the snow. Infinite longing, gentle passion, how hot and lingering? How sweet and unrestrained should it be? Love is deep, love words are continuous, smiles are sweet and tears are flowing. ...

It's dead of night. You must be so sleepy that you fell asleep in your exercise book. In my sleep, I was playing in the Woods with a flute that had been finely cut during the day. Birds and rushing streams echoed in the mountains, especially melodious and mixed with a little sadness.

In the dead of night, a little light and a bright moon give people a quiet and unrestrained beauty. The pavilion is like a soldier, standing by the river, guarding Shiban Town. The sound of children playing fills the air, and the sound of cars is beautiful, carefree and pleasant, which wraps the pavilion with a comfortable aesthetic feeling.

In the dead of night, after pressing a few phone keys, my fingers suddenly stopped, and the string of numbers no longer needed to be recited. On holidays, she wrote many greeting cards. When it was my turn to speak, she closed her eyes ... After a long time, she filled out a greeting card with no address but a name and burned it in the deserted air.

In the dead of night, your voice rings again. When I was full of sadness, I saw your smiling face again. When I miss you deeply, you are far away.

Night, tossing and turning. Open your eyes and look at this quiet world with cool and clear eyes, as if you saw time passing in front of your eyes, leaving a clear trace; Half-closed eyes in the haze, as if hearing the passage of time again, played a meaningful whistle. Later, I closed my eyes and put the quiet dreams of the years into my heart. Our life is full of too many beauties. In a world full of thorns, we often create miracles, even if blood is spilled all over the floor. On the way, I left an enchanting place, lingering with the land. Finally, even if time really flies. But when I was young, I was crazy again and again and squandered again and again. Until time gets old.

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