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Summer night

Night came quietly, like a light veil over the earth. It's very hot in summer, but you can't feel too hot in the night because the beautiful night scenery attracts you.

Looking up at the sky, the stars all over the sky blink mischievously. The moon is like a shy girl hiding in layers of continuous clouds.

The industrious cicada on the tree is singing. Why is it industrious? Because it hopes to become a musician, although the five tone is not complete, but it is always singing. I believe it will succeed.

Delicate flowers send out attractive fragrance, usually shy chrysanthemum is no longer shy, they swaying body, showing a smiling face, lightly dancing. Many moths come from thousands of miles away to attend the "summer night Carnival".

At this time, you sit under the arm of the tree mother, bursts of cool wind hit, brought cool, refreshing. People sitting under the trees must be happy, because they see "stars hanging all over the sky", hear "cicadas sing and moon days" and smell "night sleeping Linghua". Grandma, everyone's face to face. In summer night, everything in nature comes out from the warm spring, and intends to raise the spirit to feel the torrential rain in summer and have a good shower.

Spring is still a big tree with tender buds, and now it is also a thick green. When the thick green comes into view, it suddenly feels a burst of unprecedented cool.

Sunset, the distant sky was reflected a piece of red, the long day turned into night. It was a time when children loved to play.

A bright moon was hanging in the sky, and there were only a few stars around her. The dark earth echoes with the bright moonlight. People sit under the big tree with the gentle swing of fans. Sometimes a cool wind floats. The air seems to become fresh in an instant.

The adults are talking and laughing heartily, and the children are playing heartily. In the laughter, the lights of the nearby buildings and tall buildings are all on. Reflected from mid air in the lake near home. The calm surface of the lake is shining with light, and a silver wave like fish scales is disturbed by some unknown birds from time to time, and then it recovers the tranquility.

There are more and more lights around, twinkling like stars. I was sitting on a bench in the park, and there was a burst of laughter in my ear. Looking across the lake, looking at the still busy street, the passing crowd, listening to the adults talking about their mistakes, I use a fan to drive away the residual temperature in the sun during the day. I wonder if my compatriots from far away can enjoy this full moon with us.

A few birdsong disturbed my mind. Looking back, there were not many people left. I was driving the bugs back.

In the dead of night, the moon rises higher. Everything is quiet again. Occasionally, you can hear a few birds calling and the "rustling" of leaves Summer night, under the neon lights gradually low, the edge of the gray become black, no longer see the sky and the earth's border.

1、 Evening breeze

Night wind, silent moving blowing, stars in the night sky quietly twinkle, the half curved moon like a lonely walker, walking in the clear and quiet night sky.

Gazing at how lonely this June night is tonight.

The pure and spotless look, the wisps of clouds. At this time, quietly scattered into my heart, lingering not to go. It's like a sign hanging on the way of my meditation, marking the wisps of thoughts in my heart.

This summer is the season of flowing water. However, when I want a promise, I will live forever. Perhaps it is the lack of awareness of prevention, it seems that his face is not clear, and his body is covered with the sound of withering red and green. My heart began to feel inexplicably sad or painful, and my soul is just a spring bird in amber, crystal clear.

Night wind, blowing out a lamp, was a pair of eyes into the dream. Bloom into a gesture of blooming. And the heart, must also drip the tears of yearning for spring flowers?

The reverie of thoughts is my greatest ability. This seems to be a secret belonging to the night, only hidden in the depths of the night, breathing slowly alone. Can never be detached, can not fly over the profusion.

2、 Moonlight

Moonlight, a shy flower, comes from the dew. The singer standing above the night wind blooms quietly under the night dew. The dew on the petals is crystal clear and illusory. The singing of pure silver brightens the night sky. With a little bit of silver, but also with a trace of sadness. Because June is the season of blooming, the season of rain and the season of parting. It is also the season of sad smile, tearful embrace and inexplicable sadness.

In the thick moonlight, the birds have already returned to their nests, but there are always some laggards who rush to the night and spend their whole day looking for food. What they are looking for is their own meal or their thoughts about their young children hanging in the cradle in the sky.

Life is so dense, unfolding a sharp pursuit, they do not stop, just quiet, quiet, waiting for the call of life in life.

Sparse stars set off from many light years away, through the ancient Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty, Ming Dynasty Entering tonight, we can clearly see that its beating heart emits bright brilliance. What is more shocking than this persistent penetration?

When the moon is full, it will lose; if it is short, it will be profitable. The sky and the moon are at their own profit and loss, revealing the most primitive and oldest philosophy and gradually evolving into a modern law. It seems very simple to look at it with the naked eyes of vulgar people. It is just a passer-by in the vast night sky, occasionally taking a rest, and then continuing to cycle the unchanging pace; from the poet's perspective, it is a shallow vision, happy people praise it, shed light, depressed people complain that it is full of frost marks

3、 Tangbian

In summer night, the pond water gurgles, the soil on the bank gives out a dim luster, the slender and flexible grass, under the current's scouring, whips, soaking sound, shivering dampens the suspended moonlight. A leaf fan tried hard to disperse the sweat and heat accumulated in the day, and did not dare to exert himself. I'm afraid that the soaked frog will wake up and shatter the crisp and tender rice straw attached to it.

The moonshine. It is also difficult to hide the excited frog sound and feel dye and then the rice flower. The sound of chatting around the pond stopped abruptly. It seemed that he was listening to the rude frog and singing the joy of harvest.

The smile of sleeping in the dream has already flowed out of my open mouth.

The long-time reverberation of frogs accidentally smashed the old osmanthus wine buried under the osmanthus trees by Wu Gang's side, and drunk the naked people prematurely.

The "cicada", who had drunk the evening dew, could not help but cry out for the dawn covered in the moonlight. So even those small summer insects are not willing to walk alone in the gap they allow, with their whispering, or singing and singing, to communicate the feelings of survival. Time attached to their backs, slowly moving towards the autumn of life, they are smart or clumsy, poor or rich. It looks very similar to us except for cruelty and greed.

4、 Trees

In the moonlight, the leaves cling to the branches tightly and sway in the wind. Its shadow covers me, sits on the ground with me, and crawls in the waves of the vat of osmanthus wine. I pour the wine on its root, watching it swaying in the wind and drinking like crazy. When the wine reaches the micro appendix, it drops drops drops of dew from mid air into my empty cup, arousing a silent echo of mountains and rivers, and I respond with a burst of laughter. Blood and thoughts are surging in the color of green. I have a whistling song, it has water rhyme.

At this time, the moon in the sky like a white horse passing by. The light of the wind shines on the earth for thousands of years. Through the clear glass, I can see that it is just walking slowly. He is still calm and calm in the sky, but still stops in the distance of Xiaozhou, like a tourist intoxicated in a piece of Huawu distillery.

The moon is walking in the wilderness of a tree. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, as if they are telling. I know that there is an upward River in the interior of every tree. The source is the land, the small roots, and the end result is each leaf vein and the vast flowing wind. I can hear their rising and falling sounds, every cicada's singing of fishing songs, the sparkling light and the sound of water on the leaves in the brilliant sunlight; I can also see the rippling rings that they have been cut off from the fury of knives and axes.

Trees in the river of time, they have no time to wash themselves clean, just with the help of the rainy season to clean up the dust. Slowly, their power dilutes time. Then release the hope of the maintenance, gradually withered, the wrinkles of their own, full of sadness, exiled in the deep autumn.

5、 Walking

June, like a folding fan, in our hands gently shaking the desire for cool. On the right, it is the colorful spring; on the left is a yellow autumn land; above the thunder blows up his cowardice; in front of him is lightning to illuminate his dim.

When a person walked for a long time, still in their own wrinkles. Every step of the walk has time dust falling, when looking back at the light and shadow from the rusty iron railings, it's like seeing the scars and blood turning soft in an instant. In fact, there may be a kind of sweetness buried in the pain. Every step we take is worth sipping.

Although the time will be old, but fresh soul, in the years of travel, life cycle in the season can only be a cycle of walking, walking cycle

Night fog, dew wet one side of the mind, listen to the frog drum cicada, see the stars. Looking at the picture on the roof of the night sky that seems to spread out at dusk, although simple and clear, it outlines mysterious lines. We are shrouded in the painting. We are speechless to live tonight, unable to tear, unable to find a bright exit. We can only find the way forward through the hands of time, pierce the morning mist, lift the color of morning glow, and step into the wind of dawn with footprints Scenery. The summer night of July is peaceful and peaceful. The stars and the moon shine on the earth, which makes it very peaceful.

I walk on the cobblestone path and look at the sky. The stars twinkled, as if they were winking at me. The moon seems very special tonight, round and bright. There seems to be a trace of heat in the air, rushing to my whole body, but I don't feel the heat. A gust of wind blew the last trace of heat in the air, and it entered the night. Many people have fallen asleep. The moonlight faded, as if pulled a layer of gauze, the stars also gradually sparse, the sky and the earth seem to be in a dream.

Suddenly, a meteor across, I have no time to make a wish, it disappeared in the night. I sat down and another heat wave came. I looked at my watch. It was eleven o'clock. There are only one or two stars, and the moon is getting darker and darker, until nothing can be seen. The sky is covered by night.

The summer night in July is peaceful and mysterious. Summer night, summer vacation, flowers bloom, incomparably beautiful, but I do not love this beautiful flower, but in love with that dark night.

Night falls, the stars scramble to come out, wow, the stars in summer will be so bright, so beautiful, like a suddenly opened treasure chest, cancan, shining. The more I look at it, the more I look at it