Describe a fragment of the night scene, write a paragraph describing the night scene

Night fell on the earth. I stood in front of a wooden fence and looked up at the sky. I saw that in the semicircle of the moon, one was bright and one was dark.

There is a blue halo tightly around the moon. When I looked away from the bright moon, I realized that there were countless stars in the sky far away from the bright moon. They resemble sparkling diamonds, some radiating with dazzling gold, others with a faint white glow.

Some of them are scattered in all directions, some are densely clustered, and the sky is so beautiful and magnificent that they are decorated with them! The moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver, and my figure standing silently seemed tall. Behind me, long green vines coiled around the fence, pulling on many trumpet flowers.

Under the wooden fence, an unknown small flower blooms freely, red, yellow, pink, and white, reflecting the moonlight, which is even more delicate and lovely. The autumn wind blows, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the nose is bursting. Everything was quiet in the night, but I seemed to hear a faint sound of wind music......Could it be that the trumpet flowers on the green vines are praising this enchanting moonlit night?

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On this night, there was not even a trace of clouds, and the sky was transparent and translucent. The moon is like a newly-married daughter-in-law, who has just risen from the eastern sky, and then hides in the leaves of the trees in shame. The dense poplar leaves, like a stream of water, rustled and rustled day and night, flowing calmly and loudly in places that people could not see.

The bright moonlight decorates the night sky of spring, and also decorates the earth. The night sky is like an unfathomable sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks rippling in the sea, shimmer and shimmer, dancing with tiny points of light.

Fields, villages, trees, in quiet sleep, draped in silver veil. The mountains, faintly, like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to be in order to summon the ships that sail at night, and from time to time they shine a little bit or two of red fire.

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been engulfed for a long time, jumped out at once, like a golden disc that had just come out of the furnace, brilliant and dazzling, illuminating the whole earth, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, the grasshoppers in the grass, and the birds on the branches of the trees, all awoke by the sudden light, cheering, jumping, and singing loudly.

The late autumn dusk always comes quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by the sun dissipates from the mountains, the sun sets into the western mountains. So, the wind in the valley carried a heavy coolness, driving away the white mist, and swung down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain peak, which fell on the village more quickly, grew thicker and thicker, and gradually blended with the night, but soon it was again silver-gray by the moon.

The bright moon, which is not yet round, gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight, on the field, as if a light smoke was caged, strands of detachment, like falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke and fog on the fields dissipated, and the clear light like water washed the soft autumn night.

In that brightly lit night, the east gate of Shenzhen did not stop its footsteps. It's even more lively!

Stars dotted the dark sky, and the full moon hung high in the sky. Tonight's moonlight is as usual and a ginkgo stands alone in the moonlight. The night is boundless, and the autumn wind is unabated; Under the yellow moon at the end of the season, a breeze blows, but why is it that the ground is full of white sorrow?

The sky was still dark, as if it had been smeared with a layer of ink, and the moon was nowhere to be seen, only a faint starlight looming in the sky. In this darkness, a faint fragrance emerges out of nowhere, refreshing people's hearts.

1.The street lights flickered on and off at night, illuminating whose loneliness it was.

2.The lights of the nightclub flickered brightly, and it was a drunken dream.

3.Guarding the silent night, I am extraordinarily awake In such a cold night of early spring, my mind floats, like walking in the notes of life, allowing it to immerse itself in that innocence, that indifference, abandoning the noise and triviality of the day, and listening to the silent extension of the heart in the silent night.

4.The moonlight at night is as tender as water, shining on it is gentle and lonely.

5.The daytime sun is dazzling, shining on the blood of love.

6.Standing alone in the window at night, looking at the other side by the railing, there seems to be a touch of fireworks lit up, although I can't see the gorgeous scene clearly, but at this time I feel like a beautiful mood like fireworks accompanying me.

7.The wind was blowing outside the window, and I quietly watched the newly transplanted peach blossoms on the balcony outside the window, quietly blooming under the watery moonlight. That faint fragrance of flowers will linger in my life forever.

8.The night is as cool as water, and the dawn moon is broken and hangs on the skylight; Fireflies break their wings, and the candlelight washes away the emotional wounds.

9.The wind, blowing away the night chapter, gently embracing the floating clouds, slowly moving forward in the dark night sky, my tide of thoughts through the clouds, a glance at the quiet desert of fertile mountains and rivers, a glimpse of the quiet and indifferent blue water soft waves.

10.It turns out that my heart still hurts after waking up from a dream, and on this youthful night, I swayed my loneliness into a night of silence.

11.Alone on the balcony, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the moon, the night sky is not dotted with stars, losing his noble temperament, and looking a little lonely.

12.The boundless moonlight quietly crosses your brow, reflecting a lonely and lonely figure.

13.At the beginning of early summer, the twilight rain is slightly cool, the wind blows the flowers and thin, and the shadows are not paired, and I write again and again in the ink-stained night, but I can't say or write.

14.The evening breeze of the night rain has the desolation of arriving early, when the dust is drunk and stepping on the snow, when the fragility is dyed into a rainbow, when the lovesickness of the heart confesses with tears, a lot of nostalgia is a silent song, a single cycle of a thought, stepping into the fragrance, but there is no warmth of the season.

15.How many long cold nights, you stupidly look at the starry dome, the thin moonlight, the hazy smile you pretend to be calm during the day, you really want to take the moonlight into your arms, fill the emptiness in your heart, but only see the lonely Chang'e Shu Sleeves.

16.The miserable white moon bends, hooking the past, the night is too long, condensed into frost, who is in the attic cold despair.

17.In front of the window, the water is cold and smoked, the green gauze hides the smiling face, the night is dark, the flowers are sleepless, leaning on the railing, the thoughts spread, and the sound of the piano scatters the warm incense case.

18.With a soft sigh, it fell into the moonlight and dissipated into the night.

19.Wandering people will always shed tears quietly one day and night, telling their suffering.