Sentences describing the ancient sky style

Sentences describing the ancient sky style

1, city night, a quiet night. In the city, the cold wind blows hard. The brightly lit bar is the beginning of the night market.

It is still raining, and it is much quieter outside. Maybe the night is too deep, or people don't want to disturb this beautiful autumn rain to wash this floating and dry city. The night is deep, the city is quiet, but the heart is quiet?

3. Rushing crowds, passing vehicles, raindrops falling from the sky, tourists leaning on the overpass, hawking by roadside vendors and flashing traffic lights seem to be the same in every city. Passing by in a hurry, passing by the scenery here, chasing a more exciting world. Perhaps, everyone is chasing their dreams and coming to the same city. Day after day, they are busy with their figures, but forget the beautiful scenery on the way.

4. The crimson blue sky spreads the whole sky like splashing ink, which is obscure and depressing. In the early hours of the morning, she was still wandering in the city where Anyan was located. The empty street is windy from time to time. She just wants to walk through the street where An Yan walked when she left last time, and then hug and cry with the loneliness of the city at night.

The silence in the middle of the night is beautiful. Looking down at the traffic in the noisy city at night, the sparkling eyes turned into stars in my wet eyes. Kneeling in front of the French window, reflecting the figure with messy hair style, my fingers are close to the transparent glass window but I can't touch the scenery outside the window and feel the temperature outside the window. Suddenly, the coolness was creepy. Is it helpless or lonely? This feeling is still so familiar. I quietly found his smell in the air, very light smile, very sweet. Originally, this is called the taste of missing, but missing is very bitter. Can you have a glass of soju to anesthetize that bitter heart at this moment?

6. It's dark, loneliness is slowly cutting, and my heart is starting to hurt again. How many nights, I walked alone in the streets of the city at night, watching the lights of street lamps on both sides extend my lonely shadow with the road. The wind in late autumn is cold and icy. In this season, the buttonwood trees with dense branches and leaves are as lifeless as the old people in the twilight. Whose tears are flying? With the falling leaves of plane trees in late autumn, branches are flying all over the sky.

7. On the night of the city, the bell of New Year's Eve rang in the silent night, and the city began to be noisy.

8. A quiet month was taken away by the years, leaving no trace. The vows of eternal love have also become blurred. No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are also memories. I can't figure out why you were a wife in the Ming Dynasty. The dark reality of society makes the flower of hope of dreams full of blood. This bustling city, the night is so gorgeous under the red light, once again pick up broken hearts and put them together, just because I don't want to hate you.

9. I hid in the dense jungle and in the uninhabited wilderness. I am an ugly duckling frozen in the lake, a Cinderella without crystal shoes, and a witch who shuttles through the city night sky in black gauze. My beauty is a dark lake, my prince lives happily in other people's fairy tales, and my love is the star of the industrial age, which hangs over the brightly lit city bleak and lonely.

10, the horoscope says we are not suitable, and we agree that you will never see me again in the night sky of your city. Conan dreamed, and when he woke up, the world was completely chaotic. Now that I find that you have made a mess of my life, I don't want to have anything to do with you. I am tired! After all the previous memories have become memories, it is meaningless to read or discard them, and it has nothing to do with the life you want now. My leaving is enough for you to break off contact with me, and I think this is enough reason.

1 1, sometimes, in a busy city at night, a person goes out for a walk, which looks very chic! Is it true that people who live too comfortably yearn for the glitz of the outside world, while people who have experienced many vicissitudes want to live a quiet life and become extravagant hopes?

12, we can't escape the day any more than we can refuse the night. I miss her so much every night that only the stars in the night sky can see her from a distance. The night is lonely and gorgeous, but some people are more gorgeous and lonely. Imagine that the lights are on at night, and the whole city and the whole night show her colorful colors. Who are we admiring? We just enjoy ourselves in such glory, either happiness or pain. Call it enjoyment. We are all lonely or crazy people in this city this night. The light is green and the neon lights are flashing. We laughed and cried. At night, we try to show ourselves in hiding, paralyze ourselves in missing, and look forward to the dawn in the dark!

13, it is the tranquility of the night that warms my impetuous heart, and it is the loneliness of the night that melts the moon in the middle of the night. It is the familiar breathing that makes me feel a little warm, and it is the messy thoughts that break the silence of the night. Just sitting there, accustomed to the monologue of sleepless nights, feeling the cold night like water. Tender thoughts, stumbling steps, walking all over the streets of this city, wandering with this street, who is the passer-by? Shuttling through this noisy city, who is the protagonist?

14, stepping on the snow-covered street, deep and shallow footprints, only the endless snow in front, the footprints behind also disappeared in the snow. Empty streets, silent cities. Wandering alone on that cold winter snowy night. In the winter night, the dim light reflects the loneliness and cold of this city. Beautiful neon lights appear monotonous on snowy nights, without the usual splendor and excitement. Standing in the corner of the city to witness that there is no love, no friendship, only the cold at night, is powerless.

15, I don't know how long I've been walking, but I find that my attention is very unfocused, I'm not attracted by people I meet on the road, and I'm not a billboard. It's a sprawling crossroads, but it can't reach the finish line. So, the city teased me. Four roads, where are you going? Sunset, about to set, the last sip of warm summer, lost in this tall building. The disappearance of the sun, followed by the night of the city, the madness of the city, the climax of the city. Neon lights, street lamps and car lights are the elements of this city, and of course they also contain people's endless greed and venting. So many red bills are soaked in this light.

16, the night in the city, how charming. The lights are green, but the spots are away from the prosperity. Every time I look at the lights at night, I feel a surge of emotion in my heart. There is no place for me in this city. Looking at others in the bustling corner at night is so happy and presumptuous. And I am just a passer-by in this city. Sometimes I hate this city. Aware of its filth, there are too many intrigues between people and the pursuit of interests. The country has no pure breath and laissez-faire breath. My own peace.

17, it's late at night, and the fragrance of flowers and trees is more rich and fragrant in this silent night, which is intoxicating. The city is shrouded in rising fog, and high-rise buildings, such as a mirage, are floating in the clouds. Street lamps are like flowing stars, constantly changing the angle and brightness, flashing, making people dreamy and blurred. Quiet night and this indifferent mood, rich floral fragrance and this sweet wine, the beauty in red and this black elf, and the gurgling river with insects not far away, how beautiful this night is! But this will be the past tense of my life forever. It is a happy ending to end the life drama that I have performed for many years with a beautiful night!

18, the bus arrived at the terminal. I want to get off and don't want to go back by bus. I want to see the prosperity of this city and feel the warmth of Christmas Eve. Although it is not as cold as winter in my hometown, I am still shivering with cold wind, and my hands are tightly wrapped around my chest, trying to give myself some warmth. It's just that on this cold night, my actions obviously didn't give me warmth, but made me look like a wanderer. Walking on the busy street, the car passed by quickly. I know these people want to go back early, because some people are waiting for their return at home, and I can only measure the length of this winter night alone and enjoy the Christmas Eve alone.

19, the rainstorm came to grandpa's house from the sky and set off a strong wind. Is grandpa Sky angry? Is that Grandpa Sky crying? No, Grandpa Sky is always happy. Grandpa Sky likes this gray cotton robe very much, but people don't like it. Grandpa Sky couldn't help it for a long time, taking advantage of the rainstorm to be a guest, and quickly took it out to show off! Although gray makes people feel lonely, lonely and cold, deep breathing is cool and makes people be elated. Therefore, the gray sky is still very happy!

20. There are countless stars hanging in the sky, flashing there. Two of them have a beautiful and romantic myth, that is, the cowherd and the weaver girl. The ancients expressed their feelings about the society at that time through fairy tales. The sky created fairy tales.

2 1, listen carefully, the drizzle stands out from the clouds, falls slowly, and blows over the ear; Quietly, the clouds are fighting for height, forgetting to float and washing away the dust; Quietly thinking, birds slip by at this moment, penetrating every layer of air film carefree, leaving a brilliant figure? Walking in the wind, I left in a hurry, but I couldn't bear to take away a cloud. Looking back, this is a field of dreams, a carefully built sky!

22, so in order to find a quiet and beautiful, I quietly looked at the sky, trying to find the rainbow left behind. That afternoon, I escaped from the excitement of the dormitory and ran to the balcony alone to look up at the sky. At that time, the sky was not my favorite blue-gray color, but it still gave me a vast feeling. There is no narrowness, only the tolerance of heaven.

23. Looking at the sky with snowflakes, the light gray looks like the background at the end of the stage play. Suddenly I feel that the faint color coincides with my sky. The image woven by light and shadow is like a beautiful illusion, which makes me just want to sit in my sky and not wake up.

24. The sky is our confidant. When we climb to the top of the high mountain, we can tell our secrets loudly without being afraid of being heard. Sky has become the most trusted confidante. In retrospect, slowly, I can't forget to look up at the sky above me every day, and then what? Blue sky.

25, ah! The sky in spring is the best sky! I really want to fly in your vast sky, which is wonderful and peaceful. I have the song of birds, accompanied me, the soft body of clouds, warmed me, and the beautiful blue, which made me have a sweet dream.

26. The sky is blue, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. That kind of blue is very light, just like a blue crystal, which always gives people a pure and refreshing feeling. Looking at it, my whole heart seems to be empty, and there is only blue sky in front of me. A swallow may pass by at this time, but how can its black and shiny feathers compare with the blue sky? Take a deep breath of the air brought by the sky, so refreshing! Clouds are coming. Against them, the sky is getting bluer and purer.

I love the sky. The sky in Wan Li when there is no cloud, the sky when it is snowing, the sky when I walk, sitting there alone squinting at the sky outside the window-it is so far away and real, and in my heart, it is changing with colors.

28. The blue sky and the innocence of the sky are often our yearning. If a bird has a sky that belongs to it, it can fly freely and run to its dreams: if each of us has a vast sky, we can show ourselves.

29. The blue sky is the sky of birds, the ocean is the sky of fish, and I also have a sky of my own. My sky is made up of different sky fields. Do you want to know what they are? Don't worry, please listen to me slowly. Home, my sky field.

At night, when the sun comes home, the sky turns orange, like a gold coin and a pile of rice. Here comes the bird again. It can't control itself. It is always attracted by the sky. It can't help but want to kiss the sky. The sky has its favorite rice yellow. The sky is the only thing in the bird's heart, and it is where the bird belongs. The orange sky is the pride of the masters of dusk and time. Take another breath, warm and soft. The clouds are coming again, and the sky against them is getting orange and brighter. ;