Talking about beautiful sentences in the evening breeze

1, Jean, the evening breeze of the waning moon quietly brings me thoughts. I quietly turned into the evening breeze of the waning moon, and you made me miss you. Time is like a thin thread, silence penetrates my heart, and for a long time, love is like a tide. After a long time, maybe, maybe the memory will melt. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't take you to bed. Maybe we have one more thing. Promise me to keep the ice.

2. The night is quiet and beautiful. The evening breeze gently blows the flowing clouds, and plumes of clouds appear in the night sky, covering the sky like melancholy wrinkles. Quiet moonlight, infected with the sadness of missing; The loneliness of the wind is swaying in my heart. At such a moment, I am destined to dream.

The shadows of trees are swaying, and the evening breeze in early spring still carries a cold breath, walking in the quiet courtyard, and there is no glory of the stars and the moon in cloudy days. A kind of mood, bitter, lingers in my heart, and my thoughts drift away with the gloomy clouds. I can't find the other shore and get nothing. ...

On a midsummer night with flowers, the evening breeze blows the lovers who love each other and stay together. Because of love, we sincerely believe in all beautiful things.

The gentle wind came quietly, with a gentle whisper and a brisk pace. Please listen quietly. She speaks softly, as if listening to her lover's voice. In this sultry summer night, there must be a slight happiness rippling in my heart, adding a coolness and coziness, which makes people lost in the caress of this boundless wind. ...

6. The breeze blows from the dense bamboo forest behind the house, giving birth to a gentle swish. Listening to the song of the wind, I can't help but think of this song "Whispering of the Wind". I feel that everything in nature is so harmonious and perfect, and my thoughts fly far and far. ...

7. The slow night breeze dispelled the heat wave during the day, and the coolness lingered in your fingers. Under the dim moonlight, the quiet night exudes elegant beauty, and the shallow flowers overflow the courtyard and diffuse everywhere. Unconsciously, misty thoughts spread, perhaps the faint sadness flowing in memory, and my heart suddenly became desolate.

8. Yesterday evening, the wind was very light, and the sun was blinded by smog, showing blood red. After the end of autumn, I walked into the Egret Garden. The weeping willows are still green, and the lotus leaves in the pond are just dead leaves. How similar the corruption in the pond is to the corruption in the officialdom! The residual lotus leaves sunset, although somewhat sad, more is loss and melancholy.

9. Memory is like the wind in summer dusk, with a coolness that goes deep into the skin and dispels the haze in the heart. And listen to the wind, listen to your inner voice, listen to the voice of nature, conform to nature, conform to the heart.

10, the gentle evening breeze blows our hearts and makes people immersed in it.