The poem about the night is beautiful 1. Beautiful sentences about "night scene"

1. The moonlit night by the sea is beautiful and quiet, and only the sound of "rushing" waves can be heard in my ears; The breeze gently brushed the face, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

2. In the cold night sky, the half moon is hanging obliquely and the stars are twinkling.

The dark night is smeared in the sky like endless thick ink, and there is not even a trace of starlight.

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1, the street is like a calm river, winding in the dense shadows of trees, only those leaves rustle because of the wind and rain, as if remembering the excitement and busyness of the day.

On a summer night, the sky is full of shining stars, just like a galaxy paved with subdivided quicksand lying in the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze, there were occasional barks from two dogs, and the deserted street was silent.

2. Poems about beautiful nights

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month.

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.

Poor Yue Pei came back from upstairs and asked someone to repair the mirror table.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

3. Sentences praising the beautiful night scene

1, the city night scene is bustling, beautiful and charming. Whenever night falls, it becomes an ocean of lights and a world of light. The lights on both sides of the road extend into the distance like two long fire dragons. The neon lights are colorful and dazzling, warmly welcoming passers-by. A string of bright lights on the road are like a long flashing river.

2. The park at night is very beautiful and has everything. Shining lights, like colorful fireworks, fill the park and make it more beautiful and charming.

Walking on the bank of Tuojiang River, the noise gradually subsided, only people walked quietly and whispered. Looking around, the Tuojiang River flows silently and quietly.

The shadow of the moon is reflected on the river, just like a shy little girl, emitting faint light. The street lamps on the bridge are like little stars, illuminating the road ahead for people, closing their eyes, and the wind rippling on the road with the crickets singing.

5. The night lights of the city are colorful and varied, and some are like exquisite flowers; Some are like the halo on the head of an angel; Some are like flowers in bud; Like a long train, the searchlights that emit dazzling light are like beams of light, colorful and intertwined, very beautiful.

6. At night, buildings decorated with neon lights look at patterns and characters surrounded by neon lights. Those words and patterns are particularly clear and eye-catching The pattern is more vivid and realistic.

7. Sitting alone in the yard, looking up at the sky, a curved sickle-shaped moon is embedded in the sky, like a small fishing boat casting a mysterious net to the ground, like the hazy moonlight of fog and gauze, and the sparse stars are like many children hiding behind gauze, looking at me playfully and playing hide-and-seek with me.

8. The sun, the moon and the stars started the night shift. The curved moon illuminates the earth, and the twinkling stars hang in the sky, illuminating people's hearts. Dense forests exude mysterious brilliance, and bustling streets display colorful dragon city world.

9. At night in my hometown, thousands of lights are like stars, bright and brilliant, and thousands of lights are like swords, making the vast night bright as day; The nearby lights shoot into the endless distance; The light emitted is patchy, colorful and spectacular.

10, at night in the countryside, lanterns are flying on the river, and the sea and sky in Wan Li are like pearls; Some rivers fly down from the stone mountain, like waterfalls, really "flying down the three thousands of feet"; The river is silver, like a layer of white covering the mountain.

1 1, the night scene in my hometown, with a crescent moon hanging in the blue sky and a faint light shining on the warships. The warship is like a silver-white cotton-padded jacket, the sea is sparkling, and the waves gently beat the rocks, like a mother stroking a child's little feet.

12. Standing in a city criss-crossing with neon lights, the rainbow bridge in the distance is decorated more beautifully by night lights. Looking down, the rainbow bridge in the water turned into a rainbow lying in the water.

13, standing in a neon-interlaced city, bright lights are transmitted from the window. Seen from a distance, it shines like stars in the sky. On the banks of Jialing River, roads meander like ribbons, glittering and dazzling.

14, it's getting dark, a little cloud disappears in the air, there are many stars in the sky, and the little stars are shining with beautiful light. The curved moon hangs in the sky, just like a street lamp, showing us the way.

15, the moon in the night sky is like a shy little girl, shyly peeping out from behind a dark cloud. The stars are shining brightly, one, two and three. Brilliant flashing.

4. Sentences about night scenes

Night is like a thick inkstone, too deep to melt. ...

The night sky is like a navy curtain, dotted with sparkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.

At the beginning of the night, people are sleepy. In a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, snow-white angels slowly fall from the night sky. Light snow and dance music came in the evening.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

At first, her color was very light, then it became darker and brighter. Finally, a bright moon hangs in the high dark blue sky like a huge plate, and the soft moonlight covers the earth like a transparent white gauze. How beautiful!

Today's moon is different from usual. As soon as it appears, it is particularly bright, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze, which adds happiness to people! The moon is big and round, like a big moon cake, which makes people want to bite her at once! The bright moonlight shines on the river, adding luster to the sparkling river. Moonlight hung in the night sky, illuminating the dark blue night sky.

Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. In the evening, the night began to fall slowly. Birds in the sky have returned to their nests with songs. The sunset glow also gradually disappeared, and they disappeared. A black curtain enveloped the whole earth. The moon also rose to the sky, trying to drive away the darkness.

The moon is thin and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. I wish you a long life, lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, and send you lovesickness from afar.

5. Write some quiet and beautiful poems about the night.

Zhang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night on the Chunjiang River, the tide is there, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Green door leads. Spring is warm and cold, and the wind and rain are late.

Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. The wind wakes up in the corner of the building and the door is quiet at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. The simplest one is "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed ..." (Silent Night Thinking-Li Bai) Hehe. Poems about night scenes: (1) Stay overnight in the mountains of Zen master Ye, waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another is hazy.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. Looking at the moon and thinking about the distant (Zhang Jiuling) moon, it is now full at sea, illuminating the whole sky.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. There is a sadness of parting in the Ming Dynasty, so it is rare to have a glass of wasser at the party tonight.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I am full of feelings and would like to be a pair of bluebirds, facing the mirror. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Although a river merchant should sleep in this calm weather, boatman.

6. Beautiful sentences describing the night

The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short.

"fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.

Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.

One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate my heart on being suddenly enlightened. Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright.

Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music.

There are few stars in the moon, because the brightness of the moon will cover the inconspicuous starlight nearby, so there has been an idiom "there are few stars in the moon" since ancient times. So in this description, the beauty of the stars and the moon is beautiful, but it is not realistic.

The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. At night, the evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, I can temporarily forget those sad and troublesome things, quietly taste fragrant tea or coffee and look at the night sky. The wind is still blowing gently, and it seems very late to look at the sky, but I still don't want to rest, because I am attached to the night sky and look at it.

7. Describe night and moonlight

Poetry:

Quiet night thinking (Li Bai)

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.

I read it in the book Night on the Ship (Chad Shen Xing)

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.

Autumn (Du Mu)

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi)

A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.

Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Rumengling (Li Qingzhao)

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

I feel that the hedge door will go out to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night (land tour)

Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.

The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.

Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde)

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

Night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji)

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.

Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling)

Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

Moonlit Night (Liu)

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

I know that spring is blooming tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand.

On Night Crying on the Wall (Li Yi)

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

Sentence:

It is getting late. The gray-blue sky closed the night.

That blue is getting stronger and stronger. From thick to black.

Night is approaching inch by inch.

What kind of blue can drown me?

What kind of night can overflow the heart and flow into empty dreams?

I like to have a bean-like light in the dark, with a touch of softness.

Best, just like that, always on, quietly shining on the fear in the dream.

Best of all, there is a touch of blue in the dream.

I want to forget unforgettable memories.

What kind of blue can drown me?

What kind of narration can make the night see the color of dreams clearly?

Blue. So you've never been here, along the crack of the soul

Blue.

Blue is you. Deep blue is you.

They are so sad and full of love.

Dark and affectionate.

Tonight, you warm my gaunt and cold face with the temperature of the planetesimals.

Burn out the moonlight. I will bloom in the dark!

Keep warm in full bloom.

Listen to the night

Charming, graceful, some lingering, some melancholy, lingering, lingering melancholy and lingering.

Close your eyes, savor carefully and listen quietly, just like a slow stream, slowly coming along the winding mountain road, lingering and spreading over and over again. ...

In the boundless darkness, listening to such sounds of nature, like crying and complaining, like resentment and anger, is quiet all around. Listen carefully, and the smell is infiltrating into your heart. ...

In the dark sky, occasionally a few stars twinkle.

A person, stop at the window for a long time.

Don't need anything, just like this, in silence, listen to such music and enjoy such peace. ...

Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day, get rid of the troubles of the day, and when the night comes, hide yourself in the dark and be quiet. The tenderness of the night glides gently across the cheeks and then seeps into the heart quietly. At this moment, the heart is undefended, lonely and fragile.

I don't know why, every time I hear this piece of music, there is always inexplicable sadness, which always touches the softest place in my heart. That kind of gentle infiltration is captured leisurely, and the loneliness in the bones slowly diffuses, diffuses, and the whole is lost and immersed. ...

The years have gone by like this, taking away a lot, petals falling in the running water, passing away a little, and the sight below is becoming more and more blurred. ...

8. Beautiful sentences describing the night

The beautiful sentences describing the night are summarized as follows

1, thousands of lanterns around tall buildings are like a shining jewel necklace.

The light at the entrance of Gan Tang Park is very high. Gan Tang lake lights flashing, street lighting and fountain lights. The water in the fountain itself is white, but when colorful lights shine on it, the water becomes colorful. There is also a kind of green light, which shines on the powerful green trees, making the powerful green trees appear stronger and greener under the night light.

3. At night, the light turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.

Street lamps are like pearls shining in the dark. Wandering, endless.

5, this is really a sea of lights, a world of lights! Seen from a distance, lit lamps are like golden flowers sown by girls in the sky, and they are like shining stars all over the sky.

6. Decorative neon lights on high buildings are colorful, which makes the whole city look like daylight.

7. I like the city lights. I like to walk alone in the noisy city with colorful lights. The night is so charming, but something seems to be missing. Yes, it's a lamp. If there were no lights, the earth would be silent. If the lights are lost, the night in the city will not be as dazzling as some, so the lights in the city are charming.

8. The small light tubes in the festival are colorful, flickering and hanging in a winding way, placing people's blessings on the festival.