Someone who wrote a poem called Night

Poetry - Night. The lights were shining brightly.

It's like a blurred eye.

Or red confusion.

or the sorrow of silver.

In the darkness of the night.

Debut. It was as if the stars were scattered all over the sky.

and like sorrow like the flow of the Milky Way.

The scales are shining. Broken and messed up.

It hurts. A wound in the bottom of my heart.

Is it the helpless eye of a bird?

Or the hopeless desolation of the world.

But it turned into this colorful neon.

Highlight the pain of this piercing eye.

Through a layer that can't break through the night.

Whoop. Involving this fragmented dream.

Lights swaying in the water.

Frightened fish in a commotion.

The water rippled.

The ripples are inexplicably turbulent.

The light shines into the sky.

The heavy night endured the pain.

Wearily guarding the sky.

The trees in the shadows were filled with fear.

Trembling in the wind.

Xiaocao was also silent.

I can't hear the chanting of the crickets.

It's a cold winter night.

Everywhere. The pain of leaving people sounds.

Love is a cry in the wind.

There are only hesitant steps.

Layers of shattered dreams in my heart.

Still have dreams. The song is over.

Sky. Millennial solitude.

Ten thousand feet of red dust. Misty.

Deafening bells.

Talking about the pain of the world.

Night (Yesenin).

The river crept into sleep, and the dark pine forest lost its noise.

The nightingale's song fell silent, and the long-legged coot ceased to rejoice.

When night came, it was quiet all around, and only the stream could be heard singing softly.

The bright moon sheds its brilliance and coats everything around it in silver.

The big river has ten thousand silver stars, and the small stream has a slight ripple of silver waves.

Green grass in a flooded field.

It also shimmers with a silver glow.

When night comes, there is silence all around, and nature is immersed in sleep.

The bright moon sheds its light.

Clothe everything around you in silver.

Spring Dawn: Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Go up to the small building alone to see the moonlight.

Hometown is far away at the end of the sky.

The night wind is sad and sad.

It is difficult for the lonely goose to return to autumn.

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends North".

The World in the Night (Nocturne).

The quiet night has fallen, and the wind in the dark night is refreshing and natural, cutting through the layers of water waves.

Skimming the hem of my garment.

Skimming my hair, rock warriors hit my fingers.

I can feel that gentle blessing...

Walking around the lake, a breath of fresh nature grows longer.

There was a faint hypnotic sound of music in the orange grove.

Sprinkled in the moonlight, the microwave rippling blue waves were covered with a layer of silver veil, which was a hazy hue.

I felt like I was walking in the starry sky, a kind of happiness and freedom that I had never felt before!

I was intoxicated and seemed to be in it!

The light blades fall with the wind, and they are sizzling

I touched the waves...