night

I don't know when, I fell in love with the night.

In the evening, standing on the balcony, holding a cup of hot tea, let the warm stream slide through every corner of the body, driving away the coldness in my heart. Looking around, I looked at the places where the schoolmates and sisters worked hard to find a suitable place in the water. The distant car 'huh' rushed past, and it was really rushing and rushing. The whistle sounds intertwined with the dazzling array of rows of street lamps, adding a beautiful color to the night.

When you are lucky, you will also see a dazzling 'Stars of the Stars'. Looking up at the sky, quietly waiting for the moment to come. Hey! There has been one. But the light is very weak, like a dying old man, maybe it is a strong, not willing to be a starless star. It worked very hard to make it 'snap' and gradually get brighter and brighter. In a short while, more stars were attacked by his infection, and one by one scrambled to show themselves, shining all the audits on the ground.

At night, it has a remarkable feature - static. After a busy day, people dragged their tired bodies into a dream. But I am not willing to miss this great opportunity again. The fluttering short hair is gently stroking over and over again by the breeze. The artistic conception can't help but let the fantasy of fantasy imagine myself as a knight, standing there. On the high eaves, holding a sword with a cold light, ready to kill the people, let me show me alone on this lonely night.

Night, although not as bright and fresh as in the morning, there is a layer of dark yarn that will cover the earth; although not as energetic as noon, it has a quiet dream; I am willing to make a shadow in this dark night. Always appreciate the beauty that it brings to me.

The third day: Zhang Zheng