The sky at night is so beautiful that I don't know if I don't know it, and I am shocked when I see it.

The night sky is waiting for us to unveil its mystery, the winter is very cold, the wind is strong, this season, it is very cold, there is no trace of warmth at night.

When the moon loses its brilliance, the sky becomes a world of stars, who shine alone in the quiet darkness of the night.

The night sky was so blue that it was so imaginative.

The night sky is more like an incomparably wide blanket, and the stars in the sky are like crystalline and shining gems adorned on this blanket.

The warmth of the winter night is the hand of mercy stretched out by God.

Just as after enduring the summer heat, it will be cooled in the evening breeze, so that people can feel the gentleness and coolness of the breeze.

The night was silent, the moon was cloudy, the child and the mother went to their respective rooms, the husband had not returned from a business trip for many days, and I was sitting quietly with my cheeks at home, but my eyes were staring into the distance through the window, and the figure of my loved ones was flying in my mind.

On a summer night, the sky is dotted with sparkling stars, like the Milky Way paved with fine quicksand, reclining on the blue sky.

The earth has fallen asleep.

The view of the town at night is scenic.

Lights are the star of this long night.

On the street, the street lamps emit a dazzling light, draped the stage of this town with a layer of golden clothes, and the neon lights on the side of the road are like seven-colored ribbons, adding grace to the already golden stage.

The night came again in a daze, the cold made the night miserable, and the loneliness made the night sleepless.

Winter nights are not only cold and lonely, but also contain countless beauty, which comes from the heart, and is a curling smoke in the depths of the heart.

The earth was already asleep, and the deserted streets were silent except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two.

The sky, dark blue, seemed to be momentarily overlooked, and the ink spread out on the rice paper, spreading unscrupulously into the distance, while the color faded in the distance.

The moon was half-hidden in the stratus clouds, as if the Yiren smiled, and covered his lips.

When night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless small stars.

Blink by one, as if inviting people to the vast expanse of space to invite for a tour.

The bright moon sails like a silver boat in the deep blue sea.

The night grew thicker and thicker, and the villages, the woods, the potholes, and the ditches, all seemed to have fallen into a mysterious silence at once.

The second half of the night after winter.

The moon went down, but the sun had not yet risen, and only a dark blue sky remained; Sleep on everything except for the night tour.

The night was dark, silent and eerie, the wind outside howled coldly, and the rustle of leaves could be heard from time to time.

No, no

I thought I only wanted to write 2,000 words, and then send a book to put there, pretending to be forced!

Finished!

Finished!

The book is over, eunuch!

No, no, no, the liver can't go down, and the liver will be bald.

Sorry, sorry, sorry!