作业帮英语描写夜晚的短文
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英语描写夜晚的短文
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Star, and I feel with late-day fall; clouds, took a deep together, skirr eastward course; turn linked to ditch mountain, you do not have lonely?
Moon Shadow over, the overlapping mountains, the peak was up, Shan Jian Ying bringing a round of the Citou, as if such a heart. Despite the cloud is the peak, but the dead of night, without the initial peak of the spirit, not imposing a strong gas, and where each object, each of the King fell asleep together. The mouth of the mountain, flashing BUZZ, BUZZ the voice of the show wrapped around a river flows softly, at the junction of the river, is a gas-hong, a Rose of the bridge structure.
I am following the line down the hillside, and finally on the Redwood Bridge. Redwood Bridge, as a Shenwu, as the junction of the people in general, on both sides of the bridge full of Yecheng Lin Feng, a red fire, but without the feeling of hot, the wind, echoing rustle. Set foot on the bridge, issued by the fishes footsteps, it is at the foot of the Qing Piaopiao experience, I go in the bridge without effort, I have turned the continuously walked up and down on the bridge, I am not like this kind of Have to worry about worry. Response from all of a sudden, looked at the river bridge, do not look at the flow of water, the water not hear voices. So can not help but ask: This is the time of static or in the river bed?
After the bridge, at the foot of the soft easy, ah, this is the flavor of the field, which is refreshing air. At this time, the field vole leaned forward in the land, issued by the snoring snoring; corn, to lie on the palm rest of the wind, nice and sound; sleep in birds in the sky over and over again, with Chi Chi. I, on the next lonely heart, what do not want to send a voice. All things in bed, I do not have the heart to wake them.
On the next voice in my mind I rang all night. When I got up and ready to go, on the rise. A red, as if I have heard the tens of thousands of voices in the rise in the wings.
聆听月下
星空,与我心情一同坠下晚天；乌云,深吸一气,轰轰东流去；弯沟挂山间,不也孤寂吗?
月影笼罩,山峦叠起,巅峰被抬高,山尖影刺透了一轮皎洁,仿佛心也如此.尽管是穿云之峰,但夜深人静,峰无了当初之气概,没了雄伟壮气,和这里的每一物,每一景一齐睡着了.山峰的口,闪着叮咚、叮咚的声音,流露一条缠河细声流动着,河的交界,是一起虹气,一栋玫瑰砌成的桥.
我顺着山边继行,终于上了红木桥.红木桥,如同一座神物,如同生灵的交界一般,桥的两边尽是枫叶成林,红得火烧,但却无火辣的感受,风吹着,响着沙沙声.踏上了桥,发出丝丝脚步声,脚下却是轻飘飘的体验,我走在这座桥毫不费劲,我不断的转身,不断在桥上走来走去,我,很喜欢这一种无忧无虑.突然反应过来,望望桥下的河,看不清水的流动,听不清水的声音.不禁这么问：这是时间的静止,还是河在睡觉?
过了桥,脚下松松软软的,啊,这是田的气息,这是清鲜的空气.这时,田里的田鼠在依偎着大地,发出呼噜呼噜；地里的玉米躺在风的手心休息,呼呼作响；鸟睡在云端中翻来覆去,哧哧着.我,孤寂月下心,什么声音也不想发出了.万物在睡觉着,我不忍心吵醒他们.
月下的声音,在我脑海里响了一整晚.当我起身准备走时,日升高了.一片红中,我好像有听到了几万个打呵欠的声音在抬头.
Star, and I feel with late-day fall; clouds, took a deep together, skirr eastward course; turn linked to ditch mountain, you do not have lonely?
Moon Shadow over, the overlapping mountains, the peak was up, Shan Jian Ying bringing a round of the Citou, as if such a heart. Despite the cloud is the peak, but the dead of night, without the initial peak of the spirit, not imposing a strong gas, and where each object, each of the King fell asleep together. The mouth of the mountain, flashing BUZZ, BUZZ the voice of the show wrapped around a river flows softly, at the junction of the river, is a gas-hong, a Rose of the bridge structure.
I am following the line down the hillside, and finally on the Redwood Bridge. Redwood Bridge, as a Shenwu, as the junction of the people in general, on both sides of the bridge full of Yecheng Lin Feng, a red fire, but without the feeling of hot, the wind, echoing rustle. Set foot on the bridge, issued by the fishes footsteps, it is at the foot of the Qing Piaopiao experience, I go in the bridge without effort, I have turned the continuously walked up and down on the bridge, I am not like this kind of Have to worry about worry. Response from all of a sudden, looked at the river bridge, do not look at the flow of water, the water not hear voices. So can not help but ask: This is the time of static or in the river bed?
After the bridge, at the foot of the soft easy, ah, this is the flavor of the field, which is refreshing air. At this time, the field vole leaned forward in the land, issued by the snoring snoring; corn, to lie on the palm rest of the wind, nice and sound; sleep in birds in the sky over and over again, with Chi Chi. I, on the next lonely heart, what do not want to send a voice. All things in bed, I do not have the heart to wake them.
On the next voice in my mind I rang all night. When I got up and ready to go, on the rise. A red, as if I have heard the tens of thousands of voices in the rise in the wings.
聆听月下
星空,与我心情一同坠下晚天；乌云,深吸一气,轰轰东流去；弯沟挂山间,不也孤寂吗?
月影笼罩,山峦叠起,巅峰被抬高,山尖影刺透了一轮皎洁,仿佛心也如此.尽管是穿云之峰,但夜深人静,峰无了当初之气概,没了雄伟壮气,和这里的每一物,每一景一齐睡着了.山峰的口,闪着叮咚、叮咚的声音,流露一条缠河细声流动着,河的交界,是一起虹气,一栋玫瑰砌成的桥.
我顺着山边继行,终于上了红木桥.红木桥,如同一座神物,如同生灵的交界一般,桥的两边尽是枫叶成林,红得火烧,但却无火辣的感受,风吹着,响着沙沙声.踏上了桥,发出丝丝脚步声,脚下却是轻飘飘的体验,我走在这座桥毫不费劲,我不断的转身,不断在桥上走来走去,我,很喜欢这一种无忧无虑.突然反应过来,望望桥下的河,看不清水的流动,听不清水的声音.不禁这么问：这是时间的静止,还是河在睡觉?
过了桥,脚下松松软软的,啊,这是田的气息,这是清鲜的空气.这时,田里的田鼠在依偎着大地,发出呼噜呼噜；地里的玉米躺在风的手心休息,呼呼作响；鸟睡在云端中翻来覆去,哧哧着.我,孤寂月下心,什么声音也不想发出了.万物在睡觉着,我不忍心吵醒他们.
月下的声音,在我脑海里响了一整晚.当我起身准备走时,日升高了.一片红中,我好像有听到了几万个打呵欠的声音在抬头.