As soon as my foot landed on the cement brick on the platform, I felt like a golden whip in the dusk and slapped me hard. On the train, due to the shelter of the car body, the sunset light from the small window into the carriage has weakened a lot, so I can't feel its intensity. You can come to an empty place, where the sunset is surging, so strong and so resilient. Light and light gather intensively, and there is a force to whip people.

In the moonlight, Qingxi twists and turns, and the sound of water gurgles. This stream that can be crossed with one foot is like a string fixed on the earth. What struck his heartstrings was the breeze, moonlight and a pair of tender hands.

The moon has come a long way. It seems to be polished very brightly after being washed by Tianhe water.

The night in the bright moon is not a real night, not only the path is as clear as a silver ribbon, but also all kinds of leaves in the roadside bushes can be seen clearly.

The night is like a huge thick canvas, and the changing fireworks are like drops of oil paint.

This lifeless canvas is dotted with gorgeous cheers and charming fireworks.

-All the nights in the world

Because of the starlight and a faint first quarter moon, the night looks like a cold beauty with a faint smile, which is extremely beautiful. -"Weeds in the Marsh"

In addition to the faint light emitted by the wind and water jet on the swamp, isn't it the light scattered by the moon and stars? Which one of them is not cute? I walk very slowly. I slowly sip this sweet wine at night. In the wild, the moon doesn't need to be too big to light up the night. I feel that the road under my feet is spotless, as clean as if it had been washed by the water of the Milky Way.

The sky in the west is flowing with the afterglow of sunset, which looks like a golden river flowing overhead.

I lay in the dark, listening to the wind blowing in through the open window. I don't know if that swish sound is the sound of the wind shaking the reed or the sound of the reed shaking the wind. Just like when I was in Huilongguan and the lights poured in gently, I couldn't tell whether the night set off the lights or the lights lit up the night.

I looked at the stars all over the sky and thought how frustrating it would be to fly to the sky and sit on the silver river and watch the moon.

I sat in the rice field, watching the cigarette curl up beside my fingers. Its slightly blue color and stretching posture reminded me of the gentle light at night in Huilongguan, adding a touch of nostalgia to it.

However, there is not a cloud in the vast sky, which gives people an unintentional feeling.

White fog surrounded me, as if pushing me forward. It's so quiet around. I can only hear my breathing. Who can feel my breath in a noisy environment? In an empty and quiet place, breathing is the most real existence. Listening to my breath, I know that life is jumping vigorously, and I know that my eyes are still nostalgic for this earthly landscape. -"Weeds in the Marsh"

Autumn dusk makes the fallen leaves in the forest have a heavy feeling, and the faint morning frost makes the glass window have fresh tears. Sunset falls into the Woods on the other side of Chuanchuan, and Jixi sees Hu Hui swim up from Chuanchuan. -Chi Zijian's Lost Sichuan

The sudden appearance of McCann is like a bright moon in the dark, like a rainbow rising on the mountain after the rain, like a deer standing by the lake in the evening, and her beauty is so amazing. -Chi Zijian's Right Bank of Ergon River

Especially in the north of the north, which is my hometown Arctic Village, where you can see the white night from summer to Sunday. Winter starts at the end of September every year, and snowflakes will meet us who haven't enjoyed enough warm sunshine. It seems that we are not sure that this is their foothold, so it snows softly, with a little cautious taste. Once they found that this cold land made them unscathed and kept their bright skin color, they changed their reserved posture and flew down in the air, dyeing the earth white and boundless "-Chi Zijian's Salt in the North"