Beautiful sentences and words describing the starry sky

Beautiful sentences and words describing the starry sky

Meteorite, star, lone star, star, constellation, nebula, sparse star

Galaxy, stars, comets, meteors, morning stars, planetary silver stars, flashing.

Stars, stars, stars, starry night, broken jade falling, flashing and indifferent.

Venus, Big Dipper, Old Man, Nandou, Gemini, Orion.

Vega meteor shower sparkles.

It's cold and full of stars.

Stars shine in the nebula outside the Hanoi River.

There are few morning stars, and the sky is full of stars.

The stars move, the stars are thin, the moon is bright and the stars are scattered.

The cold star rises in the lonely moon, the star is hidden, the star is cold, the star is shining, and the star is hidden.

The sky is full of stars, and Wan Li is full of stars, and the stars are shining high, and there is a five-star party.

The starry sky is deep, the meteor is chasing the moon, the stars are cold, and the stars are shifting.

Venus shines, the Big Dipper is all over the sky, and the stars shine.

There are few stars scattered on the sea, blinking like the vigilant eyes of seagulls.

The vast sky is full of stars, flashing like those blinking urchins.

There are many stars in the sky. The street is very bright. The street lamps and starlight in the distance are connected and flashing, so you can't tell whether they are stars or light.

The stars in the sky are still shining, as if a naughty child woke up early and looked at his sleeping mother in the dark.

At night, a person lies in bed. Through the glass window, through the hazy night, I saw the stars all over the sky. There are stars known as big bear and little bear when I was a child, the Big Dipper like a spoon, and many unknown little stars scattered in the deep sky bit by bit, as if they were so deep. Although, I haven't seen the spectacular sight of meteors crossing the sky.

Suddenly, a fiery red meteor on the horizon dragged its long tail, burning across the night sky and then falling into the unfathomable universe. Meteor, burning itself, with the last light and heat, gave people the most brilliant light and glory.

The stars in the sky, like laughing at me, opened the canopy one by one, peeping and snickering.

In the clear night sky in summer, there are often some unremarkable asteroids flashing forward. Maybe this is what people call the stars "twinkling"!

As night falls, the stars shine like gems embedded in the night.

The space was quiet, several stars blinked excitedly, and the children's eyes. I think they must like this evening, too. Why else are they so happy?

I looked at the' moonlight' in front of the sea, like a huge silver blanket, spreading from our side to the vague island in the distance.

In the blue sky, the bright moon, like a silver plate, emits cold light and leads us forward. A few sparse stars are unwilling to be lonely, and blink with us. The roar of waterfalls hitting rocks and pines in the distance is like a symphonic poem and an ancient ballad, which leads us into a fairy tale world step by step.

On the west bank of the vast galaxy, Tintin, a beautiful and kind weaver, plays the harp in winter and winter. The cowherd in Hedong rode the skyhawk and fell head over heels; Swan in the water, listening to the beautiful piano, unwilling to leave; Even chubby bears and bears dance clumsily to the sound of the piano. ...

The starry sky is a book, vast as a sea of smoke. It unfolds before me, magical and ordinary, profound and simple. I've been reading since I was a child. It's probably endless. I will read it forever, and I will get more …

The night sky in summer has infinite connotations, which I think even great astronomers can hardly understand. Just the stars in the sky can remind you of a chaotic Go game. Your eyes can freely devote themselves to this chess game, and then with your imagination, the constellations of flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds and animals in the sky will be lifelike. With your imagination, you can travel through space and time, thinking about the all-encompassing universe and stories about stars.

Very dark, but very transparent. The stars are working hard silently, blinking and playing with the moon, but they are not as bright and beautiful as her. The pool of shining silver scales is the bright spot of the stars. They are ashamed, aren't they? It's gone in a flash.

Look up at the stars that are not afraid of cold. The stars at night are so bright and lovely, standing there quietly, motionless and blinking their eyes. How many times have I looked up at the stars at night? In this street, at such a moment, how come there is no such kind feeling?

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