Summer nights in the courtyard: a quiet poem under the stars and lights.

Summer nights in the courtyard are quiet and peaceful. The courtyard is lit up with twinkling lights, and the sky is full of stars. The quiet beauty of the night is like a painting. A gentle breeze blows, carrying the warmth of the sun from the day, gently passing through the treetops, and the leaves rustle as if whispering ancient stories. The night-blooming jasmine in the corner of the wall quietly blooms, and its faint fragrance fills the air, blending with the fresh scent of the earth, refreshing and soothing. A bamboo chair, a palm-leaf fan, gently swaying, and thoughts drift away. Away from the hustle and bustle of the day, here, I just want to put my mind at ease. Perhaps I will remember the midsummer nights of my childhood, when the family sat together to cool off, and laughter echoed in the courtyard; or perhaps I will look forward to the future, as quiet and full of hope as this night. In this small courtyard, time seems to slow down, and the troubles of the world gradually fade away. Only the quiet beauty of the night remains, accompanying people to indulge in their own peaceful dreams, looking forward to a better tomorrow, reluctant to leave this night.