A beautiful poem about the night

1. The beautiful sentence describing the night scene is the bell. With the hazy night and the cool night wind, you can think about everything, ignore everything and take a deep breath. It seems that there is a faint fragrance of flowers, which is long and refreshing. This is the best time of the year in your hometown, because winter is too dry and cold, autumn is too shabby, and summer is too hot.

Moonlight poured on the surface of the pond like falling silk. When the wind blows, the water surface is rough, and the moon in the water becomes a broken piece of jade, floating on the water surface, breaking the original tranquility.

In the moonlight, everything looks like a veil. Through the cracks in the leaves, the little silver light on the ground pieced together beautiful patterns.

On the roadside, rows of street lamps shine on the night, making it no longer dark; On the road, the car flies, so that the night is no longer lonely; On the house, a string of decorative lights decorated the house to make the night no longer ugly ... Look, a song came out of that intersection. The car horn waiting for the red light, the bicycle bell crossing the road and the voice of passers-by on the sidewalk made the whole street play noisy and disturbing music.

The pond in the moonlight is so calm, just like a mirror reflecting the clouds and the moon in the sky, as well as the beautiful moon halo, which together constitute a bright ink painting. Occasionally, the fish will jump out of the water, ripple and break this mirror.

The moonlight shone on the water like a layer of broken silver. Luo Fu in the moonlight is a baby's sleeping face, sweet and quiet.

Tall vines covered the walls of the house, carefully hidden in her arms, just like a lovely mother protecting her children. The snow-white pillars are covered with vines, and the top of the corridor is covered with pentagonal leaves, one next to the other, occasionally leaking a few rays of light. By looking at the stars in the sky, you can feel people's eyes blinking at you.

I left the Oriental Pearl and Jinmao Tower, and I came to the Huangpu River in Shanghai. At this time, as night falls, the setting sun shines on the river and the Leifeng Tower. The water of the big river kept pounding the dam, as if taking a bath for it. Sometimes, when the river splashes on my face, it feels very comfortable and exciting, as if it were a kiss from the great river.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the grass covered with fallen leaves, and all the memories of childhood came to mind. The smell of fallen leaves, soil, branches and leaves wandering in the air gives my hometown a sense of familiarity. Now, the river has been immersed in the thick night, and its plump and bare chest is breathing evenly, as if to eliminate the fatigue of the day.

Behind a nearby mountain, a crescent moon is rising from the mountain and moving slowly in the dark blue sky. Ran Ran rises to the sky, and the stars are shining quietly. The three night scenes of the old world are the collective names of Victoria Harbour, Hakodate and Naples in Hong Kong.

Among them, the night view of Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong is called the best of the three night views. 20 12 Three new night scenes in the world were released: China, Hongkong, Monaco and Nagasaki.

The new three night scenes in the world are a questionnaire survey conducted by the Night Sightseeing Conference Office on 3,500 night scene viewers in Japan. In addition to the field survey, all the items 1 1 that evaluated "enjoy the charm of night scenes" and "take night scenes sightseeing seriously" were investigated. The night view of Hong Kong, especially Victoria Harbour, conforms to all the projects. It is evaluated that there are many places for night view sightseeing, which are rich in diversity and ready for night view sightseeing.

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Three night scenes in the world-Baidu Encyclopedia.

2. Beautiful sentences describing the night 1. The night view of this town is beautiful.

Light is the protagonist of this long night. On the street, the street lamps are shining brightly, covering the stage of this town with a layer of golden clothes. The neon lights on the roadside are like seven-color ribbons, adding a bit of elegance to the already golden stage.

The lights on the high building are not far away, and the stage is wrapped up and brightly lit, just like a bright pearl. 2. As night falls, the charming night sky is intoxicating.

The existence of night brings infinite silence to people, and also makes the tired city calm again. The night quieted down

The night is too quiet. The moonlight shines solemn and holy light on the leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces, just like the fog woven by hazy silver gauze. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore.

4. You can sit on the playground alone, listen to the sound of basketball touching the ground, look at the starry night sky, and be in a daze quietly, dreaming that the stars in the sky will become the constellation of yourself; Leaning against the lemon tree, I smelled the fragrance of the blue flowers quietly blooming beside me; Facing the wind, breathing fresh air that has never been seen before; Look at the kitten playing among the flowers. To dream, to discover those little-known secrets.

5. The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the gurgling sound of running water can remind you of this nature.

3. The sentence describing the night is beautiful, Han Weishi 1, and the bright moon is in the sky, which promotes the sound of the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully. Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name? 2, listen to the moon poem, listen to the moon building head is too clear, listen to the moon according to the building is the most distinct. Skyscrapers turn silently, and medicines jingle.

The music is wide and cold, and the axe is tinkling. Occasionally, a fragrance blew away Chang 'e's laughter.

3, the bright moon is in the sky, the bright moon is in the sky, according to my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

4, complaining about new songs, fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat.

If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Second, the poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties looks at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian). In the atrium, there is a crow in Bai Shu and a silent and moist osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Guan Shanyue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

1. The edge of the water is rippling, and the moon rises and sets. 2. Turn to Zhuge, the house is low, and the photos are sleepless. There are few stars in the moon, and birds fly south. 5. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. 6. Looking up, it turned out to be moonlight, which was the song of Lu Huaishen's suburban temple, and sank back. I suddenly remembered my home and enjoyed the music of Longchi. Chapter 4: Long Yuequan in the southeast of Dadi, with blue waves and boundless expanse. The shadow of the balcony is reflected in the waves, and the sun and moonlight are hung in the mirror.

The wild geese return to the sea, and the turtle book recommends the year of Yao. Dachuan Jiji was ashamed and rewarded virtue with empty thoughts.

How long is the night of Zhang Zaqu's Autumn Night Tinkling Leak? There are long light clouds and moonlight. Dark insects ring late on the autumn wall, and Murphy frost doesn't send cold clothes.

Li He's "Miscellaneous Songs", "December Songs" and "Lonely in August" complained that the night was long and the dream was lonely. Insects on the eaves catch silk and hang flowers on the wall lamp.

There was moonlight outside the eaves, and the shadows in the curtains were oblique. Flying leisurely, embellishing the lotus in the pool.

Looking at the moon in the middle of the Luhe River, the river faces the sun, and the moonlight is clearly written. The mirror is full of beads, and the string is full of arrow wavelengths.

The heavy hook shakes the rabbit's shadow, and the floating laurel moves the prescription. Taking pictures and thinking about the evening, touching the petticoat for thousands of miles.

Li Qiao and Su He play chivalrous men and enjoy a wonderful trip to the land of emperors. Avoidance pills are unforgettable.

Gold bursts with suspicion and stars fall, and pearls are as heavy as moonlight. Who knows that there are very few obedient children, so I went to see the king of Wu.

The silver screen is bright, and the candle shadow of tourists is long. Jade pot shoots an arrow at the beginning, and sleeps well.

The ribbon is very long and the lights are floating in the moonlight. There is a treasure urn in Lingshan, and the fairy que recommends the king.

It is said that the bed is like its bed, and the past is dedicated to you. Tortoise shell and seven treasures of coral makeup.

The osmanthus smoke contains white floating, and the orchid blows agarwood. May the night cover and the autumn moon be long.

The eldest grandson hid in the Yuan Dynasty, and Xiao Yuqing's body screamed at the tourists in the evening with a thin spring word, and the horses and chariots were driving away the dust. The moonlight is three to five nights, and the lights are full of spring.

Smoke and clouds are lost in the north, and Xiao Guan knows his neighbors in the south. Los Angeles will never be closed, it will be smaller.

Su Jianfeng and Qixi banquet want Lingyuan to take autumn hair, and the immortal plays the police at night. The moonlight peeps, and the river color should come.

Machine stone astronomical writing, needle building royal reward open. Stealing birds, I doubt I will go back to Magpie Bridge.

Wang Weishen's Fourteen Addresses for Students Reading Classics in Hsinchu, together with the works of the public, lived a quiet life and cultivated bamboo from random bombs. Tenderness leaves surplus, and new businesses leave the old fence.

Branchlets are noisy and the moonlight is cold. Yuefu cuts the dragon flute and the fisherman cuts the fishing rod.

What's it like in the door? The green wind blows the altar. Li Bai sees Jinling in the three mountains, and Yin Shu sees Chang 'an in the three mountains.

There is no river in Wuyang County, and Qiu Jiang is due north. Lulong frost and cold wind, magpie moonlight cold.

Recalling the Qiongshu, the end of the world sends joy. I stay in rime mountain, I stay in rime mountain. I am lonely and unhappy.

The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.

I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. Nagato complained that he went back to Beidou to hang the West Wing the next day, and there was no firefly in the Golden House.

Moonlight wants to reach Nagato Hall, so don't worry about the palace. In Guidian, the long sorrow does not remember spring, and the golden house has autumn dust.

Hanging in the clear sky at night, people take photos alone in Nagato Palace. I live in an empty table, and you are in the red place.

The fairy holds a jade ruler and wastes your talent. A jade ruler is inexhaustible and never stops.

Swallow the twelve rings, and there will be a fairy room. Riding the purple forest at dusk, the sea and air invade the muscles and cool.

Give me many beads and the moonlight will shine. Du Fu's moonlight shines in the water, and tall buildings think of killing people.

A long trip to the horizon always leaves a towel. The jade dew is clear, and the galaxy is not semi-circular.

Who picks the brocade and puts out the candle eyebrow? Wang Jianshui reflects water and moonlight.

Pour in lotus leaves, sometimes it looks like dew. Zhang Qiu night is leaking, the night is long, the clouds are light and the moon is bright.

Autumn forced dark worms to ring at night, but Murphy cream was not sent to clothing requisition. Bai Juyi dreamed of a sunny night in late autumn. The moonlight was like practice and the courtyard was full of pools.

It is deep but not hot after autumn, and shallow but not cold at night. Exposed leaves are bare chrysanthemums, and wind branches are diseased pears.

Acacia is lazy to visit each other, which should be the decline every year. Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Miracle didn't want to sleep all night, and the virtual hall was closed and reopened.

But I left the light shadow and stayed until the moonlight came. Falling leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies are worth my return.

At dawn, the scriptures were blown, and a fragrant ash of white sandalwood was burned. Ancient Poems Moonlight Song Lv Huaishen Suburb Temple Appreciate Dragon Pool Music Chapter IV Long Yuequan is in the southeast of Dai Di, with clear skies and blue waves.

The shadow of the balcony is reflected in the waves, and the sun and moonlight are hung in the mirror. The wild geese return to the sea, and the turtle book recommends the year of Yao.

Dachuan Jiji was ashamed and rewarded virtue with empty thoughts. How long is the night of Zhang Zaqu's Autumn Night Tinkling Leak? There are long light clouds and moonlight.

Dark insects ring late on the autumn wall, and Murphy frost doesn't send cold clothes. Li He's "Miscellaneous Songs", "December Songs" and "Lonely in August" complained that the night was long and the dream was lonely.

Insects on the eaves catch silk and hang flowers on the wall lamp. Moonlight outside the eaves.

4. Beautiful words describe looking at the moon at night and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling). Now the moon is at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.

I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.

Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? Farewell to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn, a reunion after such a long separation.

Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age. Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance.

But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish. Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow.

There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back.

Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. Send a farewell poem to Ji Shen's room in the evening (Fan Yun). Guishui is clear at night, and the mountains are clear and the clouds are light. Autumn wind and bitter rain in two townships, a thousand miles of autumn moon. Cold branches are better than flowers, and frost apes come alone. I suddenly forgot myself and thought of you. Looking at the poem of Weaver Girl (Fan Yun), I feel sorry for myself at night. I am diligent in self-defense, and the river is not irrigated. ..

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. For example, Meng Ling (Li Qingzhao) always remembers the sunset in Xiting, and he is intoxicated and doesn't know the way back.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde) rode on the mountain, rode on the water and headed for Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

Moonlight night (Liu) half full moon color, Beidou south withered. I know that spring is blooming tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand.

Yao Sefen (Wen) had a dream about a bed of silver ice. The sky was as blue as water and the clouds were as light as night. The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.

The threshold of Hua Lian (Yan Shu) is full of tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.

The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.

The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.

I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.

Jade case Yuan (Xin Qiji) Thousands of trees bloom in the oriental night, with stars. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Qingpingle stayed alone in Wang Shi Temple in Boshan (Xin Qiji), hungry mice surrounded the bed and bats danced with lanterns. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked to myself between the broken paper windows.

From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.

Too often, Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival is an autumn shadow of Lu (Xin Qiji). Ask about Heng E wine: What a pity! It's easy to go by the wind, and Wan Li is in the sky and straight down the mountains and rivers.

Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear! Xijiang moonlit tour of the middle section of Huangsha Road (Xin Qiji). The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Mid-Autumn Festival in Xijiang Moon, Su Shi's dream, life is new several times (for autumn). At night, the leaves of the wind have sounded in the gallery. Look at your eyebrows and temples.

The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a lamp (a glass of wine) and looking at the north sadly.

Huang Huiyuan's works (Su Shi) lack the moon to hang sparse trees, leaving people silent. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Hua Lian Zhou Mi Shangyuan (Su Shi) lights Qiantang for three or five nights. The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque.

Blowing sheng is fragrant at the bottom of the account, and it spits musk. This taste should be priceless. Lonely mountain people are getting old.

Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.

Lingao (Su Shi) was drunk after drinking Dongpo at night, and it seemed to be midnight when he came back. The child is short of breath.

You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river. I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? In the dead of night, the wind is calm and the valley is flat.

Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life. Jiang Mengli lived and died for ten years on the 20th day of the first month (Su Shi).

Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

5. Beautiful sentence describing the night 1, it is already late at night, the silver moon is dotted with the dark blue night sky, and naughty stars are running around her, chasing and playing. The stars hold the moon, and the moon won't be lonely tonight!

2. The night came slowly. Whenever the dead of night, the community is like the whole ground soaked in black ink, dark and opaque.

Little star winked naughty to say hello to me. ; They are like bright pearls dotted with the deep blue night sky, no less than the bright moon.

4. The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and crickets are everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. The eyes are covered with this soft net, and no matter what grass or tree, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming.

In the quiet night sky, the stars all over the sky are playing with each other, blinking as if looking at all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the earth! Teacher Yue came late and shyly pulled a headscarf to cover her face. The stars and the moon seem to be the guardians of the night sky. The stars are sometimes grouped together, sometimes like a "1" and sometimes like an umbrella.

6. Beautiful sentences at night At night, the evening breeze blows gently and the curtains flutter gently. The bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded nearby. On such a night, you can temporarily forget those sad and troubled things, while sipping fragrant tea or coffee, while quietly watching the night sky.

At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.

It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!

The stars are shining and the wind is sunny. Taking the sky as the curtain and the ground as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the freshness of summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky.

The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance. My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is.

7. Who knows the beautiful poems of the night? The quiet and noisy night market at night has faded its original beauty. The breeze playfully slipped into the half-closed glass window, kissed my cheek, stroked my hair, and the pages turned rhythmically with the beat of the wind. The white moon lies lazily on the dark blue bed, but it adds a touch of bright color to the night. This night seems to be washed away, and the dirt is washed away. I got up and went to the window and opened all the windows. The wind danced and sang unscrupulously, and my hair danced into my mind. The emptiness, indulgence and freedom of that moment penetrated into my skin and dissolved into my blood. I took a deep breath, an unprecedented impulse and shock made me close my eyes, put aside everything and enjoy the silence and baptism at night. A magical poem "A Lonely Night" was bruised by the spring breeze and bruised at midnight. Hands are cold, use rain to repair the eclipsed scenery and light up the soul for a touch of green. The night has not digested loneliness, and it is difficult to absorb virtual nutrients by swallowing the hypothetical lingering. A person's silence at night is the shadow of a big city, and the window of vague language makes it difficult for the soul to sleep. Close your eyes and you will lose the light of thinking. Open the past, open some past knocking at the door. The dusty dust welcomes the review of life. In the past, the moonlight that polished the memory was still running in circles like a dream. In the past, Zhang Xiu's face with flowers was still a youthful handsome naked marriage that could not be erased. In the past, some intimate names grew up overnight to maintain nostalgia. You can see the track of past growth along the trunk. The root of the memory of the sun once moaned through a mural. Language above language is the neat space of a poem. Punctuation makes way for words, builds a bridge of inspiration, and poetic imagination opens space for turned words, paving a hotbed of survival dreams. On top of language, the hair of poetry is full of catalytic ideals swaying in the spring rain, and an idiom that cannot bear to whisper is leisurely green in the country of poetry. The night is fragrant-written to myself (night is also)-black is interminably integrated into my body, infecting all spring dreams with given opportunities and cultivating new buds of poetry. Say goodbye. The river washed by the saliva of my ancestors spoke my dreams through my lyrical mouth and said a word to my long-cherished wish. Although the stuttering sunset converges, the rusty throat is still dry, and the promise of conquering love is aborted unexpectedly. I can't say goodbye to women who smoke. "Maybe her money comes from many pockets with a desire to buy." She naturally came face to face. Vagrancy is more than shadow expression, coquettish than some frivolous words. She is holding a cigarette and pinching the morality of ordinary people and dodging everywhere. She just walked in the street, made a lot of eyeballs, lost money and became vain. Love lays the groundwork in the middle of the night, depicting the love at both ends of the emotion, and the love at the other end lays down its arms and goes to freedom. Black people's body odor spreads on a street corner in Guangzhou, and a story on the equator is useless. The breath of foreign countries invades every nostril that passes by, making black people's blackened bodies vivid in places with light. The sun is innocent. It is the root of life growing in a country like night. It is impossible to line up by yourself. The sun is in front of spring, flowers are in front of flowers, white clouds are in front of the city, money is in front of me, and I am behind. Listen with strength. Maybe the wind will cut in line. After the imported pet dog left. Old people, soldiers, and VIP ladies who give priority to eyebrows may violate the rules. I am always at the end of the line, trying to touch the finish line with my eyes. At night, I wander the streets with a story in my mouth, and the street lights stand on tiptoe, and I can't see the end of the story. Will the wandering artists at the foot of the overpass miss the frogs in their hometown? Kuroha is as proud as a peacock at night, hiding its ugly soul. Singing at night is like a frozen fish, unable to swim freely. The night arrogantly wants to imprison everything, but everything changes quietly inadvertently.

Colorful neon is its blurred eyes, dim little star is its bitter heart, and it is often just an empty shell full of complicated stories. Night is a magical witch, driving a dark horse car and doing different tricks. Who sleeps in its story? When a heart banishes the plot of the night, when an eye sees the fluctuation of the angel.

Who can't stop crying black tears? When the window doesn't show a dim shadow,