The rain-washed moon and stars twinkle in the sky at night. Emitting a clear light, fireflies fluttered in the darkness like giving directions to the nocturnal people, and frogs jumped on the stage at night and sent people into sweet dreams with their songs.
When the sun lost its midday majesty and slowly descended. Night fell, the street lamps lit up one after another. The clear night sky, like a blue carpet spread on it.
Another gust of evening wind blew by, was it the ocean tide whispering, or the pine waves calling? It turned out to be millions of big-leafed poplars, saw the fireflies dancing around them, the dance was extraordinarily gentle and moving, so also issued a joyful laughter: "wow --- wow ---"
And the fireflies were dancing around them, the dance was extraordinarily gentle and moving, so also issued a joyful laughter: "wow --- wow ---".
The moon is like a young girl standing on a carpet. She exudes a bright soft light through the cloud dust. From a distance, it looked like a big bright light.
Listening more carefully, the frogs were singing in the rice paddies, the little worms were calling for their partners in the cornfields, and the earthworms were whispering under the ground. And the crickets in the bushes, like singing, but also like playing the piano. The song ah burst, the piano ah yo, is not the mother in the call it ......
Summer night, my brother took me to Mo Chou Lake Park for a walk, we walked and talked and laughed. A full moon, lying quietly on the surface of the lake. Here the critters are organizing concerts: frogs beat drums "croak" loud: crickets in the low sound of the piano; road even in the bushes with trill singing, that is the "textile aunt food" played the "Summer Night Song".
Summer nights are always so intoxicating, the dark sky dome is filled with a little bright stars, seemingly dazzling. A round of bright moon hanging high in the air, light light like a light yarn, floating, reflecting on the river, like a layer of broken silver, crystal bright flash. The summer night wind is expected, slowly blowing, extraordinarily fresh, cool. Hiding in the bushes of the frogs also began to indulge up, "croak croak" and screamed endlessly, clinging to the trunk of the cicadas also do not concede defeat, "know know know" in the call; I do not know when the fireflies also flew out of the cool, in the trees flashing, especially good-looking.
Summer nights, the stars shine brightly, one point, two points, three points. They twinkle like naughty, childish, yet mysterious, wise eyes. They seem to see us, and we play a game of "hide and seek". Their dexterous body, hide and seek, sometimes hidden and sometimes appear, make us dazzled. Suddenly, a shooting star flew, attracted our attention, a blink of an eye, it is hidden from our eyes. I tilted my head up high, eyes wide open, from east to west, carefully check it out, but not even a shadow to find!
Summer is here, the trees on the robin has been eager to climb the treetops, and then appeared that "the breeze in the middle of the night cicadas" lively scene. In the city to see in the night there is no change, and in the simple farm
This is the first time in the world to see the city, the city is the first time in the world to see the city.