深夜想一个人的句子 畅快淋漓（一秒戳中泪点）

月光下的暮雨耗尽了思念和思念，暮雨继续，思念继续，忧虑继续，希望继续。

Under the moonlight of the rain exhausted miss and miss, miss raincontinue, continue to miss, worry, hope to continue.

暮雨潺潺，月明之夜，朦胧的月色承载了太多太多，肩扛了太多，渗透进晶莹的空间，将思绪丢向远方，融入每一次呼吸。

Twilight rain gurgling, the night of bright moon, hazy moonlightcarried too much too much, shoulder carried too much, infiltrate intothe space of glittering and translucent, throw thoughts to thedistance, into every breath.

黄昏的雨洗去了夏天的忧伤，带去了新的心情。那种心情，竟然有一种莫名的悲伤。

The evening rain washes away the summer sadness and brings a newmood. That kind of mood, unexpectedly has a kind of inexplicablesadness.

黄昏时拉上窗帘，水墨画落入蓝色。分享一下风景，我对风景很感兴趣。

When the curtains are drawn at dusk, the ink painting falls intoblue. Share the scenery. I"m interested in the scenery.

你曾经说过:在暮色之路的尽头，当所有的颜色都开始沉寂的时候，你会在夕阳中为我染尽一生最后一缕激情。

You once said: at the end of the twilight road, when all thecolors are silent, you will be in the sunset for me to dye the lastwisp of passion of life.

将近中秋节，黄昏的小村庄秋雨寒冷，家家户户都烧着炊烟。

Towards the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dusk of the small villageautumn rain cold, every family are burning smoke.

秋日黄昏，晚风催雨露，那里相思无尽，拙言传雁，秋日黄昏知多少度。在高楼上徘徊，看着世界的尽头。琵琶独奏时，成双成对地蝶舞。

Autumn evening, night wind rain dew, where acacia endless, badwords spread wild goose, autumn evening know how many degrees.Wandering on high buildings, looking at the end of the world. Whenthe pipa is solo, dance butterfly in pairs.

黄昏时分，紫色的烟雾升上海面，上面有迷蒙的粉红色云朵。蓝天越来越远越来越暗，彩云飞扬。只能独自欣赏美景，感叹郎君遥远。如果郎君在你面前，那将是一篇精彩的文章。

At dusk, a purple haze rises over the sea, with misty pink clouds.The blue sky grew farther and darker, and the clouds were flying. Canonly enjoy the beautiful scenery alone, sigh far away. It would be awonderful article if the gentleman were in front of you.

花谢心晚，春光暗淡，所以你不能孤独；远离寒冷的天气，洪飞忘记了回到春天的黄昏。

Flower xie xin late, dark spring, so you can"t alone; Far from thecold weather, Hong fei forgot to return to the spring evening.

长长的月光沁人心脾，雨水一路落入池中。写作本该因为感情而沦陷，“读书难”，华辉不过三千丈，墨点哪得两丝愁。我也喜欢在黎明去看那本书，充满了星星和微笑。

The moonlight was long and refreshing, and the rain fell all theway into the pool. Writing should be because of feelings and fall,"reading is difficult", Hua Hui but three thousand feet,ink which two silk sorrow. I also like to read that book at dawn,full of stars and smiles.

这是一个凉爽的风雨天。

It was a cool rainy day.

虽然晨曦微黑，夜晚变成了雪，但百年的生命比不上虚度的时光，老年只是匆匆的回眸。

Although the morning is dark and the night becomes snow, but ahundred years of life can not compare with wasted time, old age isjust a hasty review.