Beautiful words to describe the starry sky, rivers, neon lights and weeping willows (answer at least 2 questions)

In the dark night sky, the Milky Way is ethereal and the stars are shining, as if there were countless double god eyes looking down at me.

Since ancient times, how many literati have looked up at the stars under the vast starry sky? What kind of starry sky do they see?

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.

This is the first time I wrote a poem about the starry sky. At that time, I was still an inexperienced child, only knowing that the stars were beautiful, shining like cellophane in my hand.

When I grow up, I know Li Bai's poem, "We sing with the tune of the pine wind;" And we finished singing our songs when the stars set ",and then I knew the heroic desire to drink and sing under the stars.

Growing up again, I saw Van Gogh's starry sky in the gallery. Although it is a copy, I am still fascinated by it. Deep midnight blue and starlight are swaying on the canvas like fire, and I realize that the starry sky can also be filled with faint uneasiness.

And I, watching the stars all over the sky on the high balcony, have never given up the habit for many years because of an animation.

I like the starry sky because of an animation. This behavior of loving me, loving my dog should not be too outrageous, should it? After all, for the holy fans, the starry sky should have special significance, right?

Just like the little prince who met the pilot in the desert, you can see at a glance that when the pilot was a child, he painted a python swallowing an elephant instead of a tall hat!

If you love the saint, you will read my heart like a little prince, right?

In that case, you will certainly agree that it is reasonable for me to pester my elders to buy astronomical telescopes, although they all think that I suddenly became interested in astronomy because of inexplicable stimulation.

The next thing is to wait for night arrival and stare at the stars. Even if you can't tell a constellation apart, you will be intoxicated by it. At that time, I loved dusk and night more than the day when the sun was high.

The staircase between the balcony and the living room was the route I took the most during that time, taking two steps in three steps. I just wanted to run as fast as I could!

I stay in front of the TV in the living room every day and write down the constellation of the saint every time I appear. Then I went to the upper terrace and searched every corner of the night sky carefully. I don't care if those constellations can be found! At that time, I believed in miracles!

That's Virgo! Sharjah! I pointed to the winter night sky and told my father that he was just laughing. It turns out that when I was so young, I had learned to deceive myself.

Jose, Edith, Saja ... The names of those people became familiar and familiar.

So obsessed until the end.

Children's enthusiasm can't last. Really, it's so simple that I forgot.

Then there was a long blank. In those youthful years, I will still look up at the starry sky, but the starry sky is only beautiful and nothing else.

Only occasionally, really only occasionally, their faces will flash in front of my eyes. Mu, he is always elegant and forbearing, he is always simple and honest, Dees, he is always rebellious ... and Shajia, my favorite.

Maybe it won't be long before I forget them completely unconsciously.

However, they came back to us. I am incoherent with excitement, just like meeting a friend I haven't seen for years in the street, and I don't know how to accept this sudden surprise.

Turn on the TV, they are still 13 years old, but I have grown so big!

I'm still bitter about it. When we grow up, we will never be flushed because of arguing about which saint is the strongest. When I grow up, I will never dare to rush to the stalls in public again, and get into the children's pile to compete for the saint's card; When I grow up, I finally understand my childhood dreams, some of which can never be realized. ...

I watched the disc quietly, from the first episode to the zodiac of hades, and then to the theater version that was said to be useless.

Watch them fight, die, then come back to life, fight again, and then die. ...

I hate those things called fate, which make people hate but have no ability to parry. It is God who controls it!

God, on high, never shows mercy to the world.

So forgive me for never liking Athena. I know this stubbornness may not be reasonable at all.

Because of God's dispute, they had to lay down their lives for their beloved disciples, confront the people they respected the most, and kill their once close comrades with their own skills ... Just because they were called heroes, they watched them embark on the journey of death again.

I'm a little tired, tired of fighting that seems to never stop. I didn't download the latest Hades, but stayed there, while Hadders, who was in charge of death, slept in heaven. Is this a great irony?

I couldn't help but run to the balcony again and look up at the constellation they guarded. Those stars are shining in the distant night sky, just like Ran Ran more than ten years ago.

I reached out and touched the bracket of the telescope next to me. When I was a child, the old astronomical telescope was always hidden in a corner of the attic, covered with dust. The one at hand is expensive, but now in bookstores, large and small, exquisite picture books that teach people to identify constellations can be seen everywhere, which is not as hard to find as it was a decade ago.

I spread the thick picture book on my leg, but I still can't recognize them in bits and pieces.

But what does it matter?

Who said that giving must be rewarded?

Because it's good to have them around, at least I won't be lonely. Because of them, I fell in love with the ancient country near the Mediterranean, and also fell in love with Greek mythology, Aegean Sea, flawless blue sky and lotus flowers blooming leisurely on the blue waves. ...

What about you who love them?

Gradually, I felt that I didn't want to be a bystander, and then I let my writing addiction flourish. The original intention of writing is just to be a god who dominates their emotions, just to make them happy! But love and happiness, profound and ordinary things like me, can't write their essence.

In retrospect, I really can't bear to write about them any more. If I can't bear to see the splendid fireworks in the night sky again, I will give them all the illusory happiness.

From now on, I naively pray that they can be as safe and happy as ordinary people.

This is an illusion, I know, so it's time to leave.

I still feel happy. We can meet under the same starry sky and be moved by the same story, which makes me feel that empathy may be more than eternal pale comfort, although I always think that life is always full of loneliness.

There are many subtle and wonderful times in the world, just like at this moment, I am sitting here and writing their stories with my heart.

And those soldiers who are called heroes have had such a wonderful time in their lives as we do now, right? Therefore, the gentlest smile will be revealed by a small flower, a look and a word. ...

Many years later, we will definitely remember them, such as the sacred garments, the sanctuary, the sea and the starry sky ... When we think of them, your lips will definitely raise a most beautiful radian, and even the closest lover will not understand the meaning of this smile, because it is a secret that only we will know.

Look, the star how bright tonight!

You and I, at this moment, stop for a moment, look up at the stars, let time flow, and the years are endless. ...