Essays about the starry sky

The moon is shining brightly, and the sky is full of stars. The following is a prose about the starry sky that I carefully compiled for you. I hope you like it!

Prose about the starry sky 1: That night of starry sky

That night of starry sky , the blue sky was like golden beans, which was particularly beautiful. I walked along the river alone, and it seemed particularly leisurely. Although there are two or three people passing by, none of them are familiar to me. Even if there are familiar faces, they may not be recognized under the starlight. Is it the same as not knowing them?

Since no one interferes with the tranquility of my solitary walk, I feel that I have more space to think and my thinking is much more flexible. Every physical object that touches my soul makes me think of many things. If you don’t think about it, things will pull you to think about it. River water, a gust of wind, and twinkling stars.

The pursuit of tranquility does not mean not thinking about problems. When you think about problems, some of them may be annoying, some may be comforting, and some may be like wind and water, passing by your heart gently, leaving no one to understand. smiled.

When you are busy, you may not be able to think of anything. When you are quiet, everything may well up from the depths of your heart, just like spring water, constantly bursting out. It is always so quiet, allowing you to taste endless sweetness.

When I saw the flowing water under the stars, the waves were surging, it was like eyes floating on the river looking at people. I was dazzled by the sight, confused my mood, and felt that my own eyes were also He fell into the water and floated on the waves. How many nights have I walked by the river, there are also stars, but whoever looks up to the sky carefully, who still looks at the flowing river, because walking alone has a completely different mood than walking with two people, the mood is different, the environment is different. It's different.

When you are alone, you may be immersed in memories, looking at the sky or admiring the water, thinking with the rainstorm, and the scenery changes with your heart. In a good mood, I feel that the water is so gentle. I can't help but think of Wuji in his childhood. He was naked in the sun, with nothing to hide, and his heart was also naked, so transparent that it could be penetrated with the eyes. People and hearts in childhood are as transparent as water, especially the yearning for life. They are as pure as an uncovered river, as white as snowflakes, and like a waterfall frozen on the mountain. Enjoy the water in a quiet time. , people can’t help but think of childhood, because childhood is like water, and they can’t help but associate it with childhood. The starry night seems to be an environment that accelerates manufacturing.

In that night sky, when you are alone, you are like a little bird. You can fly wherever you want. You don’t need to be like an elephant. When you are alone, you can fly wherever you want. When I sit down, I want to stand up. There is no rhythm in my steps. It belongs to the free beat in music. I can relax my emotions with the extension of my emotions. You can stand on the roadside and watch people, the evening breeze blows gently and lifts the girl's skirt. Youth is already very attractive, and the fluttering of the skirt is even more touching. Young teenagers, passionate guys, they are very charming under the starlight. They rarely pay attention to these. Only when they are alone do they discover the charm of people.

The evening breeze blows under the starry sky, and you can vaguely see everyone's figure, but you can't clearly see the faces of each man and woman. In view of this, the boy is romantic and suave, and the girl is gentle and generous, all of them are charming. It's beautiful. It doesn't cover up the natural appearance of men and women. It sublimates the unsatisfactory flaws and makes them look both talented and beautiful.

The river flows quietly and the evening breeze blows gently. As I walk, I see the little people in my childhood. I seem to have melted into their carefree spiritual world. I don’t know where I am. The truth is I saw myself running and laughing. I saw those men and women who already understood love. I was very envious. I felt that they lived so naturally. They held hands and hugged their waists. They knew that the other person could not fly away, even if they were allowed to fly, they would not be able to fly. They got up, but they insisted on pulling tightly, ignoring the crowds walking under the starry sky, as if they were the only ones existing by the river. The men and women under the starry sky were so poetic, and every step could be included in a painting.

The enthusiasm of the old mothers and fathers walking under the stars has turned into white hair. They seem to be holding hands and supporting each other, but it is not the passion of young men and women. Enjoy the intoxicating love, but reminisce about life. We depend on each other for life. We are always afraid that our partners will fall down at any time. We can stand firm by supporting each other, because the road of life is still long for everyone.

Under the starry sky, thinking quietly, I have come from childhood and gone through a period of passionate years. Looking back on my life, I have surpassed my youth a lot.

Prose about the starry sky 2: Starry sky

Listening to the song Xia Chan just finished singing, it is the evening breeze that brings about the elegant night. The reason why the night has elegance is because of the stars that look up The dotted night sky, as well as its silence, allows you to think exclusively.

Looking up at the stars is such a simple action. The brain only needs to execute a command to raise the head. Then the information seen by the eyeballs is transmitted to the visual nerves, and then the signal is sent to the sensory nerves of the brain, and finally the feeling Stars, twinkling! This process only takes half a second.

However, the brain will enter another mode? Memories!

Memories = Certain episodes that happened in the past are now recalled fondly

Time flies, Things that happened long ago seem like yesterday when recalled.

Yes, time will always destroy something inadvertently. For example, your free time is nakedly deprived because you don’t even have time to look up at the stars. Later you will understand that the so-called growing up and working is a process of being exploited and idle. For example, if your mentality is not restrained, your inertia will expand infinitely, and you will eventually fall into a state of inaction and depression. Later you will understand how important it is to have a good attitude. Especially in this materialistic era. For example, fate, you have been here, and then you have passed. Later you will know that the so-called fate is just a beautiful expression in words, and in the end it will go bankrupt in your business. But fortunately, it is only fate that goes bankrupt?

Look up at the stars and throw away all the fatigue and numbness. Open it, smell the smell of the night, look at the dazzling starry sky, taste the night, and let all the inexplicable worries be driven away from your body. Focus and all random thoughts will be shattered.

Those increasingly unrealistic dreams, in your starry sky, will dim more and shine less. The only thing left that is a bit exciting is making a wish. Facing the starry sky, make the simplest and most satisfying wish.

Life has stolen your sentiment, so you will measure everything you do by a scale that is favorable to you. You have laughed, but it is not true happiness. People are a collection of contradictions. They always think about unhappy things when they are happy, and then sigh lightly and deeply regret the endless regrets.

Then, the days will continue. The unease in one second turned into disdain in the next. What you think one second becomes a fantasy the next.

Life has also stolen your passion. If you had it to do over again, would you choose to go back to the past? Yes! Your passion will come back to life, but the trajectory will still be the same as before, and the passion will eventually be exhausted. Because life is a mean thief. No, it should be said that we are the ones whose kindness was stolen.

Therefore, you only pay a slight attention to everything, and then have no idea of ????participating in it.

The dormitory has become a paradise for all lazy people. How can we find this lost passion?

Looking up at the stars, without the humanistic feelings of the leaders, we have a profound reflection on the fate of the country. And I can only selfishly think about my personal destiny and future. As for my personal destiny and future, I can only look at flowers in the fog, and in the end I can only see flowers instead of flowers. In this day and age, thinking too far will be called overthinking.

If you don’t want to be said to be thinking too much, it’s very simple, plan.

When everything is planned, it seems that many scenes become very formal and easy to be accepted.

But is it good to plan? It is better to choose a direction directly.

When your neck is tired, lay your head flat. No matter how beautiful the starry sky is, you can only like it but not miss it. Just like some good things, they will always pass away, and nostalgia will not help.

For those of you who enjoy running around endlessly, have you looked up at the stars at night after a busy day, then raised the corners of your mouth, smiled, dispelled the fatigue of the day, and finally breathed a contented sigh of relief.

I left, leaving only the starry sky.

Prose about the starry sky three: Starry sky

The moonlight is full of stars, silent, nothingness, empty, and vast. The sky embraces the night, taints the eyebrows of autumn, and carries smart thoughts. With my drunken eyes, I longed to peer through these layers of darkness to the end of the sky and peer into the mysteries of the universe. It's a pity that the starry sky is so vast, so vast! I can't see the end or the starting point, only the shining light of the stars, dazzling and dazzling, filling my heart!

Clear and clear The wind, biting cold, messy and blurry fragments were flying in my mind. I tried hard to catch a few moments, but I couldn't catch them. I couldn't catch them. Instead, they drifted away with the wind in an instant. I have to pawn my memory to open up some of the past years, the lost time, and regain the lost beauty!

Who is it? Singing those reminiscence songs, flicking those beating beats note.

Who is it? Looking through those thick books, passing on those legends of oneself.

Who is it? Beating the round basketball and running on the playground with warm cheers.

Who is it? Beating that fiery heart, holding on to the arrogant and unruly dream.

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I can’t remember clearly, I can’t recall it, it’s just the fading figure, but also the precious years of youth!

I once thought that at the end of each year, I would sing a song of my own to imprint the passion of youth; in every space of growth, read a book that touches my heartstrings and retain the feelings that cannot be forgotten; On a quiet moonlit night, write a long diary, which is full of thoughts of time; in every sunny afternoon, play a hearty basketball, imprinting the vigorous figure; in every thought alone, Starry sky, hold on to that bright dream, and carve out the persistence that will never give up!

However, I don’t know when, those songs of reminiscence have been squeezed into the old drawer; those heavy books have been Covered with ashes; those heartfelt diaries have been lost in dark corners; that round basketball has shriveled up and deflated; that heart of sincere pursuit of dreams has disappeared!

Replaced by a lazy complaint A guy with a mentality that has nothing to do with himself, a careless image? No goals, no direction, confused and at a loss. Have you ever seen such a sentence? Can today's stupid people use laziness as a shield? What a philosophical sentence. People who escape from reality always like to use this as an excuse to enter college. I successfully interpreted this sentence. I used Three years, three years, three years, finally shaped me into the person I am today. Every day I drag my pair of small slippers, rush to the classroom at the last bell, and even sneer at the knowledge taught by the teacher. In an era full of electronics, Turning on the computer, playing games, playing with mobile phones, resting and sleeping soundly on a sunny day.

I successfully completed The Metamorphosis, and changed from a good girl who was studious and motivated to a big slacker who was ignorant and incompetent. When I was bored, I talked about life, complained and complained, and then watched the classmates' comments and teasing each other. This kind of life seems so leisurely and fulfilling on the surface, it’s even enviable! To quote a classmate: When you are out in society, do you still have the time to do whatever you want and sleep in? You might as well enjoy it. What! Besides, this is how everyone came to university!? Everyone came here like this, everyone came here like this. This sentence echoed in my mind repeatedly. Maybe, the mistake lies in it? Most of everyone is lost. Depraved people have such a mentality. Everyone lives like this, so why are you messing around? Do you want to live in isolation, be alone with few friends, or do you want to be independent? Walking alone? No, you don’t want to, because no one wants to be an alien or weird in the eyes of others, and they don’t like to be alone. This will inevitably lead to conformity, which means you must behave like? I am the same as you!? I don’t. Being incompatible with the environment is not a weird thing in your eyes, nor is it a stupid guy who works hard but achieves nothing? So, there is a reason to fall and an excuse to deceive yourself, because everyone is like this!?

Is it really such a sentence, or is it that such an environment that is close to the ink and the dark has changed us? I am thinking, thinking, maybe, it is not the case, those who are determined, those who work hard, are not afraid of failure Or, that is not the case. The environment may play an essential role, but it is not the main role. We just give ourselves the most unreliable reason to indulge and degenerate! After thinking for a long time, I suddenly understood that my change , it’s just that I have cut off my own way forward. I don’t want to cross those fences, let alone walk on the lost road where I know nothing. I am afraid of thorns, afraid of falling, and even more afraid of the cold ridicule after falling! All of this Everything is just the fragility of the heart. In fact, I don’t like this kind of days that are full of life but actually hesitant. I am just lost on the way forward, can’t find the direction and can’t see the way forward!

Ostrovsky said Passed: "A person's life should be spent like this. When he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years in vain, nor will he feel guilty for being despicable and living a mediocre life." ?I think there is no one who doesn’t want to make achievements in the era of chaos, and there is no one who doesn’t want to make achievements in the prosperous and mediocre world! I just don’t want to see the facts clearly or don’t know how to move forward! Looking at the vast starry sky , I try hard to find the brightest star in the night sky, just like looking at the dim road ahead, I try hard to hold on to the navigation!

Can the brightest star in the night sky find the brightest star in the night sky? Hear clearly the loneliness and sighs of those who look up. Can the brightest star in the night sky remember the figure that once walked with me and disappeared into the wind? I pray that I have a transparent heart and eyes that can shed tears, giving me the courage to believe again. Go beyond the lies to embrace you. Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I am lost in the starry night, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me out?

Ethereal singing, confusion The mood, I sang over and over again. Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I am lost in the starry night, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to go out, guide me to go out!

The moonlight flows lightly, shining through the window sill, and the stars are dotted, dazzling like pearls. Looking at the starry sky, I did not find the brightest star in the night sky. I lowered my head and wrote quickly, and suddenly realized that the only one who can guide me out is myself!