Fantasia Prose on Summer Night

In the quiet midnight, there is no noise during the day, no hot flashes during the day, only a cool breeze is refreshing. I like the silence at midnight, and I like the hum of summer insects at midnight.

Although I can't hear the cries of frogs in the bay at night in the city, I can hear the sound of crickets under the window, and it is enough for summer insects to whisper in my heart.

An impetuous heart is as still as a stagnant pool at this time, savoring the depth of the night with heart.

The disturbance of the day makes your heart hard to calm down, and the noise of the day makes your heart thump. Only at midnight, when the moonlight is like water, can we sort out the confused thoughts and let a troubled experience relax completely!

Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the endless night sky, the sky is so deep and far away, looking at the starry sky and meditating, singing the midnight melody.

The brain commands ten fingertips to let the sound flow freely with the ticking of the keyboard and let the thoughts gallop uncontrollably.

Tidy up the thoughts that you don't want to comb during the day, and think quietly about the problems that you don't want to think during the day. Give your mood a holiday and let it wander in the vast starry sky!

I don't know whose children are noisy outside the window at night, which disturbs the peace of the night. Mother's lullaby hummed out maternal love and turned into a dream at night. At this time, I really envy this child. She fell asleep quietly in her mother's lullaby. My lullaby changes with the years, where can I find it? Who can hum me a heart song that drives me crazy in the sleepless midnight?

A summer bug doesn't know where to hide. Hum from time to time. Does it also sort out its mood in this quiet midnight like me, and does it also relax its tense heart in the water at midnight like me?

The fragrance of flowers came to my nose, and Tao drunk my heart. The height of the rattan in the crack of the tall building has blossomed beautiful petals, and the shadows of the trees sway the leaves of my thoughts and serenade me at midnight. Serenade is melodious, my heart dances with the night wind, and my thoughts sway with the flowers.

I greedily want to keep this quiet night for myself, and I selfishly want to enjoy this charming midnight alone. I don't want anyone to break in or share it with others. Just close your eyes, as if this night is my own. At this moment, there is no need to take into account the intrigue between people during the day. Open your heart and don't defend the closed heart door during the day. Sing a heart song and don't care what others think of you.

At this moment, a heart truly belongs to itself. A heart sings its own melody at midnight.

2) Night rain

The heavy rain broke the silence of the night, like mother's lullaby, which made people yearn for a gentle dream. How happy and comfortable it is to leave the desk, turn off the computer, fall on the bed, enjoy the lullaby of nature and fall asleep under the rain curtain.

Listening to the rain of bursting beans, I feel that I have relieved my troubles for days, turned over and dated Duke Zhou happily in a gentle alley.

Yesterday, the weather forecast said it would rain today. I have a strange idea in my heart: I want to know and see the scene before it rains this summer. Contrary to people's wishes, the rain came quietly at midnight. Is it to destroy the city? Was it windy when you came? Was there thunder when it came? Because I slept deeply and didn't know all this?

The sound of rain still prevents me from dating Duke Zhou. Open your eyes, although a little annoyed, but my thoughts are still immersed in that gentle and quiet dream just now.

The rain stirred people's good dreams, but they didn't even say sorry. Even confidently banging on the window lattice, listening to its eager knocking, can't help but want to see what it wants? Get up and open the screen window. Look, the raindrops gather in a faucet-like column and splash on my window. Such heavy rain is the first time this year. Looking at the rain rushing down the glass window, I feel inexplicably sad!

Raindrops are like a wall, separating me from the world. Suddenly, loneliness and loneliness swept the whole body. A gust of wind blew the raindrops onto the windowsill and my desk. Cold raindrops fell on my hands, and I felt freezing.

At this point, I seem to have been forgotten by the world and all the people. Accompanied by only cool raindrops and the water flowing over there. My world is quiet in an instant, and my mind is frozen here. A lonely heart whispers to raindrops at midnight.

Rain is rain, it is as wild as a drunk, spreading drunkenness wantonly, regardless of other people's feelings! The moonlight in the middle of the night was overbearing and knocked down by it, and the world was confused.

My heart is messed up, too, and a feeling of isolation strikes me.

Standing in front of the window, night and rain are integrated. The small trees in front of the window shook their vague shadows, as if they would fall down in the wind and rain at any time. I feel a little pity in my heart, Xiaoshu, stick to it! Don't fall at midnight in this storm.

In fact, I like rain very much, especially the night rain. I like the sound of rain singing softly, and I like the sound of rain connecting heaven and earth. However, in this stormy midnight, I suddenly became afraid of rain. Afraid of being swallowed up by rain, I am not sleepy.

Close your eyes slightly and let the raindrops rush down the window. Listening to the rushing water at the intersection, thinking about how much water has accumulated in front of the window. How turbulent the rivers where the rain gathered, and how much bullying the flowers suffered.

The rain is still pouring down, and the water droplets splashed by raindrops cover the city in the water curtain.

The heart isolated by the rainstorm is getting more and more lonely. Lonely souls seem to be brought to lonely harbors and helpless alleys by rain, and souls are swallowed up by rain at night.

3) Summer night mood

A noisy day can finally be calm, and a hot day can finally be cool. Although there is no wind, the heat of the sun gradually recedes, and the black soil baked by the sun gradually cools down. The lack of rain for many days leads to dry air. The once wet black soil is like adobe just baked from a brick kiln, steaming and smelling of burnt.

It is said that the global climate is warming and water resources are becoming scarce. Those words that used to make people laugh, it is clear that the weather is fine and the tap water is running hard. What do you mean by water shortage? I didn't know until today that that sentence was neither alarmist nor alarmist! Freon warms the world, and no rain puts great pressure on groundwater!

On a summer night, there is no sound, and the ground is cold under the moonlight. Like the night, like the cold moonlight, I don't know when? I don't have any memories, but I think my heart can relax at night, and only at night can it be released by the soul trapped during the day.

An uneasy heart was at peace at this moment. I want to sleep in the moonlight and listen to the rustling of the breeze blowing through the treetops. However, the wind sneaking into the window still bothers me and prevents me from falling asleep at once. Since you can't sleep, get up and listen to the wind and crickets at night.

Crickets are singing in a low voice in the corner. Tonight, listening carefully feels like enjoying a woman's whisper. Accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the breeze, it is especially nice. It seems that someone is listening, and the song is better, and there are chorus from time to time.

In the moonlight, the shadow of the tree is reflected on the window. I heard people complain yesterday that it was too high to stop the light. I don't think so, because of the shadow of trees, we don't feel the heat during the day, and the leaves support a shade for us. It is too late to be grateful, so there is no reason to complain. I remember those days in Beijing, when the sun was blazing, umbrellas were put up on the windows of every household, just for fear that the sun was too strong and people could not stand the heat. In the northeast, there is no habit of installing umbrellas in the windows of every household. People like sunshine, especially in winter. Because I like it, I also need sunshine in summer. Therefore, I complained about the tree again. I feel wronged for the tree from the bottom of my heart. It is it that supports the shade for us, it brings us flowers in spring, it quietly spins silk in sunny days, and a touch of new green brings the hope of life.

I like the tree in front of the window, whether people like it or complain. As always, the leaves are flourishing. Because there was no rain for many days, the color of the leaves did not change, but faded a little. Looking at some drooping leaves, my heart is really anxious and distressed!

In the moonlight, the tree is still standing, and it is full of vitality only at night. Although the flower is cared for and watered from time to time, the environment still controls it and its growth is a bit slow. The smiling face that should have been open is still tight. Ye Er, when will the flowers smile happily and fully stretch? Only the cloud knows, Cloud, gather together! Your presence is needed now more than ever. Welcome.

4) Thinking at night

Busy for a while, finally stopped. Suddenly I feel a little empty, and my heart is empty.

I didn't go anywhere these days, just stayed at home to catch up on sleep. My friend asked me to stay at her house for a few days, but I was too lazy to answer. Sleeping in the dark during the day, I don't know what day it is today.

The night ended unconsciously, and the night breeze crept in gently. I brushed my cheek gently, and my long-lost leisure filled my temples and eyebrows, and my mood cleared with the haze all over the sky.

Spring in Shenyang comes late, but it is fleeting. I haven't really tasted the taste of spring yet, and summer comes as scheduled. The residual flowers have disappeared and the green leaves have been shaded.

Like the darkness of the night, like the depth of the night. Now the birds are asleep, but my mind is growing wildly.

The wind is blowing. The window screen shook gently, accompanied by dim lights outside the window, swaying fragments of my thoughts in the night wind.

Flowers in front of the window, in my busy, scattered all over the floor. Peach blossoms on the street are also hard to find! Ah! This fleeting spring! Like a lover leaving me, I can't stay

I don't like summer because spring is too short. Always in under the greenwood tree, reminiscing about the fleeting spring.

There is no reason to like spring. I like warm sunshine to dispel the cold in my heart. I also like to knock on the window lattice at night. It's so hearty to sleep with a rain curtain on such a rainy night.

The breeze is blowing gently, and the small trees in front of the window are swaying gracefully and fragrant everywhere. The wind has passed, and the young trees are dancing, as if telling me the bitterness and loneliness again. I haven't settled down to enjoy the quiet night for a long time, and I haven't had a good chat with Xiao Shu.

My hometown is picturesque and has four distinct seasons, which makes me proud countless times; I remember a friend from the south said many years ago, "If spring doesn't give people a touch of new green surprise, is it still spring?" When the budding buds are swaying branches, I have hope in my heart; When the earth is red and falling with the wind, my eyes are full of pity; When the goose yellow reveals its sharp horns, I sincerely sigh for nature!

In the long river of years, life sometimes seems so small. Sometimes haggle over every ounce for petty profits, and more often it is to run around and work hard for survival. How many romantic, romantic and sentimental feelings have you missed?

It was quiet outside the window and the night sky was deep. The child who didn't know whose house was noisy just now also quieted down. Like this kind of quiet, you can sort out the chaotic thoughts alone, or you can open your heart in the dark.

People are sometimes hypocritical, so hypocritical that they wrap their hearts in layers, even those closest to her can't completely open their hearts.

I don't know if I'm such a hypocrite. But one thing I know, I like to open my heart in the dark and enjoy the peeling heartbeat without closing my eyes.

The street lamp is sleepy, but my interest is full. Probably because of lack of sleep during the day.

It was also such a season, such a night. I am young, so I am sleepy for a spring outing! Looking forward to the scenery outside, dreaming of the style of picking flowers and pears! I want to pick a bunch of fragrant wild flowers and put them in a vase!

That spring outing made this life unforgettable! We climbed a mountain that was not very high. At the top of the mountain overlooking our feet, a big river is crystal clear and lying quietly among the mountains. In the early morning, the shadow of the sun is printed on the river, and the gas rising with the wind is all over the mountainside. who is it? Shouting: "The flowers are so beautiful!" Looking down the sound, red flowers bloom among the green grass. Yingshanhong! I said to myself, in fact, I can't name this flower either. I walked straight through the dew to the flower, but my pants were wet and I didn't know it yet. When you carefully hold the flowers in your hand, your heart is in full bloom!

In fact, there were countless surprises in that spring outing. Unfortunately, after so many years, I only remember the red "Yingshanhong". This year, spring came late. I don't know who held the mountain full of "Yingshanhong" in his hand, or who put it in a beautiful vase, or who printed it in my memory and became a permanent memory.

Recalling the lost spring on a cool summer night, my heart is full of deep thoughts. Meditate at midnight and let the darkness surround you. closed

Eyes smelling the fragrance of Ye Er, feeling the passion of July. The cool evening breeze came in unscrupulously and stayed on my hair and cheeks. Incite feelings at midnight and encourage the spread of thoughts at night. ...

5) The night is like ink.

The night is like ink, and the afterglow of the sunset is opaque. With the deepening of the night, the evening breeze blows.

The breezy evening breeze is wrapped in coolness, soothing people's irritability caused by the heat during the day.

The evening breeze sneaked into the window and stayed in my quiet cabin. It gently shook the screen window and left the flowers by my side. The shadows of the trees are swaying, and I know it is the masterpiece of the evening breeze. It prints the shadow of trees on my curtains, and it cuts the night into a sad charm.

A wisp of evening breeze stays in the sideburns, and a wisp of hair flutters with the wind obsessively.

The evening breeze kissed my skin like silk, leaving a slight trace on my cheek.

The scenery in front of the window is hazy because of the night, and the singing of summer insects is emotional because of the evening breeze.

Colorful flowers during the day, at this time shyly close your eyes and tell your heart to the evening breeze. The fragrance is whispering, and the dance is flying with passion!

Summer insects are chirping and serenading the summer night, and the evening breeze is Andhadhun, which modulates the softest tune of the summer night. My heart sings with the evening breeze, singing this beautiful night and this rare cool moment.

Close your eyes, swim with the evening breeze, and your thoughts are banished at this warm moment!

In the vast starry sky, the stars are like precious diamonds embedded in black velvet, flashing strangely and the moon is lazy. I don't know where to hide.

The evening breeze roams with my thoughts unscrupulously, and I also take it rudely to the ground. Cherish this moment of exile and let your thoughts wander in the cool afternoon breeze.

My thoughts stand on the top of the clouds, overlooking the lights, just like Penglai fairyland in the night. The city is neon-lit, the roads are brightly lit, and the shining taillights of passing cars are like the eyes of stars. Rows of poplars guard the city like guards, and flowers on the roadside dance in the wind, like dancers attending a party.

Spacious streets and bright lights. The ancient crossing of Hunhe River is sparkling, telling several ups and downs in the evening breeze!

Suddenly, I don't know what disturbed the wild ducks living deep in the grass. They fly and fall. On both sides of the Hunhe River, the grass is lush, and the two sides of the Hunhe River have resumed their former prosperity!

The cool river, and the evening breeze tell us something about joy and sadness.

Standing on the top of the cloud and looking north, the lights of the Expo Park are more brilliant. Wings of the wind, dare to compete with the moon palace for the night. The lush peaks, songs and waves are like natural music, which makes Yue Xian in the Heavenly Palace groan and laugh. Let the immortal fairy envy the world.

My mind dived from the top of the cloud to Yamaraja Hall, and I wrote the gloomy night in the book of life and death forever, and copied the evening breeze into a cold column and stuck it on the summer night!

If Yamaraja gave me more choices, I would choose flowers floating in the four seasons, the evening breeze on summer nights always cool, sweet love till death do us part, and may the stars shine forever.

My thoughts come back to my window with the evening breeze. The scenery in front of the window is warm and charming. I cherish the present and peace. May the evening breeze of summer night haunt my room forever! May shy flowers spend sleepless nights with me forever.

The night is like ink, and the evening breeze is like silk. Warm summer nights, sleepless nights. Thoughts and thoughts, thoughts and thoughts. Fly with me, tie the knot. Fantasies on summer nights, melodious sounds.