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The white Milky Way lies quietly in the clear blue sky. Brilliant constellations flickered in the Milky Way, like countless beacon lights floating on the river.
You see, the stars leaning on the Milky Way are more like a swan flying in the Milky Way, that is "Cygnus"; The stars at the southern end of the Silver River resemble a big scorpion with a double clamp and a cocked tail, which is the famous "Scorpio"; The stars to the left of the Milky Way resemble a delicate harp; The stars on the right side of the Milky Way resemble an eagle that takes off; How dazzling the Cowherd Star is, as if looking at the Vega Star on the other side, reminds us of the beautiful legend of the "Cowherd and Weaver Girl". The sky, what a fabulous world.
The sky is full of small stars, they do their best, the little bit of light together, although not as brilliant as the sun, not as clear as the moon, but its fantastic light also sprinkled all over the world, turning the earth into a strange world, inducing people's desire to explore.
Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night because it's so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!
I love to look at the moon and the stars, since I was a child. Looking up at the sky, the sky is full of stars, and a crescent moon hangs obliquely, and suddenly I feel the vastness of the universe and my own insignificance. Standing under the stars, I was tired of watching, so I moved a small bench and tilted my head to look until late at night, when I was called back to sleep.
The summer nights of childhood are beautiful and unforgettable. Girls jump bands under street lamps, while boys go frog fishing with cans and bottles. Adults sit around and chat with fans in their hands to repel mosquitoes.
More than 20 years ago, television was not widely available, so unlike now, after dinner, everyone watched TV in their rooms. At that time, there were not so many high-rise buildings and neon lights, and there was less air pollution, so the sky at night was beautiful and charming. The old people would point to the stars in the sky and tell us stories.
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the Big Dipper, the Rising Star, and the Milky Way, all have moving legends, and I can't help but yearn for them when I listen to them, the gods in the sky are so good, when can I become a fairy?
There are many thunderstorms and heavy dew in the northern summer. Many times, we can see lightning in the sky. It's just that until now, I don't understand why there is lightning. At the time, I thought it was beautiful, but I left a record of being afraid of thunder since I was a child.
Today, I continue to stand under the stars, but for various reasons, many of the stars are out of sight. It's like in real life, a lot of people are missing. But I know that even if I can't see the stars, they can see me; But those whom I cannot see will never be seen again in this life.
For example, my mother and grandfather are no longer in this world, but I believe that there is always a star in the sky that belongs to them. Even though I could not see them again, they looked at me with a smile from heaven as they did when I was alive.
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The description of the summer night sky is as follows:
In the starry sky of a summer night, the stars are like gems set in the blue sky, like countless little eyes looking at me. It's like a naughty child playing and playing in the galaxy.
Stars are like fireflies, because stars emit light like fireflies, and like gems, sparkling, and like a pair of lovely, bright little eyes, blinking and blinking, and like street lamps in the sky to guide people and illuminate them. The stars twinkled in the sky, like small pearls. From a distance, the stars glow yellow, like pieces of jade.
Night fell silently, and the rows of low trees downstairs gradually blurred, as if wrapped in a veil, and the sound of cars like waves still permeated the whole world. In the distance, the dense buildings seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of gray smoke, flashing with a little misty light, and the outline could not be distinguished.
The moonlight poured down on the windowsill, whitening the memory, and the silver rose in the corner opened again: the moonlight poured on the rose petals, as pure and light as the dead wings of an angel.
In the galaxy of ten thousand stars, be a not-so-eyed star, dotting the night sky and taking in the eternity of the world! Maybe only the darkness of the night can contrast the brightness of the starlight, even if it can only be a small star, I want to pass on the brilliant starlight and the warmth of the light to you! 6. Several large and bright stars hang in the night sky, as if people in the sky are carrying lanterns to patrol the vast space.
He stood outside the square and turned his head to look at his parents, who were staggering towards him, and his heart was broken at that moment. He never imagined that having two more figures like this in this city that he knew would bring so much touch. The dim glow of the street lamps on both sides stretched their shadows long, and the roar of cars shattered all the silence here.
Over the years, parents have sent themselves to the city with their thick sticky hands, and they have enjoyed the same treatment as the children in the city, but they have become very far from the city.
The moonlight poured down from the nine heavens like water, and suddenly I felt that the moon's face was so helpless. She tilted her head and looked at the distant horizon, as if everything in heaven and earth had nothing to do with her. The moonlight is only to pour out the feelings in the heart.
Good moon, what do you have on your mind, are you the same as Chang'e, waiting for Houyi, waiting for the sun?
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1. I like summer, I prefer summer nights. Because the weather at night in summer is completely different from the weather during the day, it will not be as hot as the day, but the breeze blows, blowing so that people leave all their troubles behind, and the mood Huai Hall tour is particularly comfortable and pleasant. On such a beautiful night, I especially enjoyed the walk in the yard with my mom and dad.
2. On a summer night, my brother took me for a walk in Mochou Lake Park, and we talked and laughed while walking. A full moon, Fu calmly lies on the surface of the lake. The critters here are holding ** meetings:
Frogs clap drums and croak: snails play the piano in a low voice, and there is a trilled lead song in the grass of Lulian, which is the "Summer Nocturne" played by "Textile Girl".
3. The stars are reflected on the surface of the river, and when the breeze blows, there are ripples like fish scales on the water surface. The light of the stars spreads out, and the surface of the river is like a layer of broken gold, which is very beautiful! I suddenly remembered a poem:
The breeze is full of stars. "This is really a true portrayal of the eyes!
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