I found it on the Internet, hehe-

The night is already very deep. In the ink-like sky, not even a crescent moon or a trace of starlight appeared. Occasionally, a meteor swept through the night sky with a cool feeling, and the blazing white light was so bleak and miserable. The wind, which blew in the middle of the night, was at first a little gentle, wisps, diffusing the willow tops and leaves, and then it became more and more fierce and strong, and the wind was almost as ferocious as a bison, rolling and rushing through every street in Yokohama......

The wind outside the window was still blowing, and the floating sand particles were patting directly on the window paper, making a rustling sound. Inside the window, the candle flame was still jumping like that, and from time to time a bright light burst out, and then a wisp of black smoke snaked up.

At night, the heat envelops the earth, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the sparse stars blink happily.

The moonlit night by the sea is beautiful and quiet, and only the sound of the waves can be heard, and the breeze blows on the face, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The street lights were on, and the crystal snowflakes shimmered in the light and shadow, like flocks of small white moths.

In the canopy of the cold night, the half-moon hung obliquely, and the stars were twinkling.

The night fog hit, and the midsummer night was a little cool, and there were few stars in sight in the hazy moonlight.

1. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and there were the poignant cries of crickets everywhere. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery. All the eyes touch is something covered with this soft net, not a single grass or tree, it is not as realistic as in the daytime, they all have a vague, empty color, each of which hides its subtleties, keeps its secrets, and makes people feel like a dream.

2. The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the surface of the pool. A few street lamps by the trees near the pool, the round lights reflected in the water, like a small moon, around the moon in the pool. Bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool, as if they were a group of old women, bent over, struggling to walk in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover the moon, but the moon poured its bright light through the gaps in the clouds. A white cloud joined one white cloud after another, like a wide, irregular band, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved by, fading into the distance. The sky was clear, and the moon was very bright.

3. The moon is about to come out. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people feel like it is rising from the dark abyss. A faint light set a lace on the tops of the trees that surrounded the high slopes, like the edges of a goblet, and the silhouettes of the peaks of the trees, reflected in the shimmer, darkened by the minute.

4. When the sun loses its majesty at noon, it slowly goes down. Night fell, and the street lights came on one after another. The clear night sky, like a blue carpet spread on it.

The moon stood on the carpet like a slim maiden. She shines through the clouds and dust, emitting a bright soft light. From afar, it looks like a big light.

5. Summer nights are so charming.

Look at the fireflies! The flickering sparks, clumps and clusters...... In the fields, by the roadside, by the river...... Dancing and dancing, are not the stars in the sky scattered on the earth?fields, beside the paths, by the river...... Ah, it's all their stage, they're dancing, dancing......

Another gust of evening wind blew, was the tide whispering, or was the pine waves calling? It turned out to be thousands of big-leaved poplars, and when they saw the fireflies dancing around them, their dancing posture was extremely soft and moving, so they also let out a joyful laugh: "Whoa——— ———

Listen closely, the frogs are singing in the rice fields, the insects are calling for their companions in the cornfields, and the earthworms are whispering in the ground. And the crickets in the grass, as if they were singing, and as if they were playing the harp. The singing is bursting, the piano is long, isn't it my mother calling it......

Oh, beautiful summer nights!If it weren't for the cool, moist night dew that reminded me, I would have accompanied you until dawn.

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What a beautiful summer night, with the shining stars shining in the endless gray sky, and the gnats, crickets, and frogs that have not slept, singing their lyrical songs softly in the grass, by the pond, and in the crevices of the trees. The vast fields are in a quiet sleep, the green crops, the babbling river, the crooked dirt road stretching in the dark night, the wild flowers and leaves that emit the smell of chime, and the rich and fresh and intoxicating air, which are extremely charming and give people a feeling of beauty. 5The setting sun sprinkled golden light on the earth, and the whole ancient city was clothed with a golden veil like cicada wings, and the earth was covered with mysterious colors. The honking of cars and the jingling of bicycles form a symphony of early morning. My hometown, Yantai, Zaogang City, is like a shining pearl inlaid on the sea frontier of the Jiaodong Peninsula. The criss-crossing transportation facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, pushing the ancient city of Beijing to stride towards a modern international city At night, thousands of lights shine brightly, buildings are suddenly dressed in jewel-encrusted clothes, and streets are also turned into a shining Milky Way. In the middle of the night, the lights of the small city are like fireflies flying in the distance, flickering and getting darker and darker, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in dreams. Suzhou, the ancient city, is now asleep. She lay quietly in the bosom of the canal, like a water lily in a silver riverbed. Thousands of lights flickered, I felt like I was traveling in the Milky Way in space, and it was like watching the lantern festival in the ancient capital of Chang'an. Against the backdrop of night, the cars on the street follow one after another, row after row, as if flowing with strings of dazzling pearls, and like rows of twinkling stars moving. If Guangzhou is like an emerald city during the day, then when the sun sinks, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl, with lights like the sea and thousands of streets flashing. The whirlwind swept the dust and dust and mixed the trivial things, stirring up the whole town into a miasma of smoke and smashing the bustling bazaar. Night fell, and the bright electric lights were dotted in the town like golden night pearls. The town on a rainy night, with a little dim lights, and countless eyes that seem to be open and closed. The wheat sprouts in the fields are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea. The fields were quiet, and the cottages near and far began to appear one or two small bean-like lamps, flickering timidly. The rivers in the water towns are as dense as spider webs, and the round stone arch bridges are as many as blisters after the rain. Dandelions hold small golden flowers, as if they are praising the spring of this water town. The country road, twisting and turning, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, shows a little trace from time to time, and then disappears again.

The rivers of my hometown, crisscrossed and dense as a spider's web, can be called the Venice of the East. The goldfinches sing, jump, and sometimes flutter, like a group of tireless children, adding to the interest of this secluded mountain village. The full moon is like a huge sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. The dissolved moonlight, like milk, shines through the umbrella-shaped acacia branches and sprinkles in the mud-walled courtyard of the mountain village. Smoke rises over the village, as if girls in white veils are dancing, graceful in the light of the setting sun. 熙 (xī) 熙攘 (rǎng) 攘, on the endless flow of streets, the voices of people are boiling, like a pot of boiling water. The wide streets are like conveyor belts that send people in all directions. When the wind passed, the banners, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to have been swept away by the wind, and all were gone, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil on their bodies and faces, as if they had just come out of the ground. The alley winds like a snake between a row of tall buildings and a residential area. The alley had no flowers or trees, it was scorched, dry, and covered with a thick layer of dust, like a small river that had dried up. The alleys of Suzhou are full of flavor, it is neat and deep, tortuous and changeable, the alleys are paved with bullet stones, there is no gray sand in spring, and just after the summer showers, you can wear cloth shoes without getting your feet wet. I love that ordinary alley, I know every little corner of it, every brick of it, every crack in the brick. The colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and the passers-by seem to be dressed in beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps and stars in the sky illuminate the entire market, bathing in jewels and dazzling eyes. Looking far along the avenue, the street lamps are bright and snowy, like a fire dragon with no head in front and no tail in the back. The street lamps near and far have been lit, and at first they looked like a dark red fruit bowl, but gradually turned into a big silver ball that shimmered brightly. The street lights on both sides of the road are on, and from a distance, it looks like a long river of shimmering waves. The spherical street lamps are like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times, and when they are gathered together, they are very much like a bunch of grapes, and the ball lamps are held high on the lampposts, like red lotus flowers in full bloom. The two rows of glittering street lamps stretching out into the distance resemble a fire dragon that sits and dances. The street lamps that were far away cast a beam of light, and snowflakes flew in the light like fireflies. A little bit of listless light or two, as if it were the eyes of a sleepy man. The street lamps emitted a dim red electric light, like the red eyes of those drunken drunks, looking at him in a flash. The pavement was paved with date-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red, and colorful, like an endless ribbon of colors. A winding stone road, like chicken intestines, coiled by the mountain bay river. On that level of the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, speckled like a snake. The wide road is full of cars of all kinds, flowing like a colorful river. At night, the lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are bright, and even the stars and moon in the sky are eclipsed. The road runs north-south, and it is lined with pines and sycamores, as if it were embedded with two green laces.